You ever just have this flash about how old you’re going to be this year? I know I’m not getting ‘old’ yet but turning 21 this year is a big milestone and it just sort of blindsided me.
Jeesh.
I’m getting that every year now. I’m going to be 28 in March. How on Earth is that possible?
Hell, I got that when I was 17. That was a weird growing up summer for me, though.
I know the feeling. I turned 25 in October and I still haven’t gotten used to it. In fact, I’m convinced there was an addition error somewhere.
I did like the line one friend used when he turned 24 though. People at school were giving him a bad time about hitting his mid-20s, so he insisted that 24 wasn’t actually mid-20s, it’s late early 20s.
You’re going to be 21??? No, this can’t possibly be correct. I am absolutely not old enough to remember something that happened 21 years ago. Nope, nope, nope. That’s ridiculous and I refuse to believe it. No way.
(For those unaware, the OP is my twelve-years-younger brother.)
Sorry bro, I know the truth hurts but I’m the one who’s finally going to be an adult. I’ve been the biggest in the family long enough, but now I got the 21 years to go with it.
Now I just have to wait for someone to die to move up to the adult table at Thanksgiving…
I feel your pain, jackelope. I have a brother who is 19. He just graduated from AF basic and suddenly he is a responsible adult. While we were on base, anytime anything had to be signed or whatever they’d turn to HIM. It’s very very weird. Especially since I first met him when he was a few hours old in the hospital on the same base we were at!
I think you’ll do fine ronincyberpunk. I’m even bettin’ you’ll finally make it to the grown up table at Thanksgiving.
The milestone birthdays never really had an effect on me - not 21, not 25, not 30 (even though my friends razzed me; IIRC, someone even came up with a funeral spray) - until the last one, 50. Then I realized that if I should ever want to rob a bank, I should case 'em until I find one staffed entirely by women under the age of 35 - to them I’m invisible.
I’ll be 20…
This only bothers me because at my age my mother had been married for 3 years. My grandmother had 3 children (after 5 years of marriage)…
I’ve yet to have a single serious relationship…I’m gonna be an old maid :rolleyes:
You’re going to be fine. You’ve got a few more years before you worry about that. My family is the exact opposite. Everyone is a late bloomer. When you hit 40 then you can begin to worry about it.
This year I turn 30. My little niece (5) thinks I’m very old.
I’m turning 20 this year and I feel the exact same way.
It’s like, since when did I even turn 18?
I turned 20 a few months ago, and it’s taking some getting used to. For a majority of my life that I remember, my age was always 1-something. Now I’m 20. 20?! Only OLD people are 20!! I still remember turning 13 and what a monumentous occasion that was. How could that be 7 years ago?
I turned 21 on Jan. 5 (and i haven’t had any alcohol yet!). It feels weird because I don’t think of myself as that old, and everyone else was surprised to find out I’m that YOUNG. All my coworkers thought I was, like, 25 or older.
I just turned 25 about a month ago. It feels like I graduated high school just yesterday, but it’s been 7 years. 7 years! I don’t really see 25 as a milestone birthday, after 21 in the US, when you can legally drink, it all kind of feels the same. It’s funny how time sneaks up on you.
I feel your pain too. My brother, Insaney, turned 18 in September. I remember when he was born. Eighteen years ago. I remember helping to bottle feed him. Heck, I even remember changing his diaper! (He’s so going to kill me now isn’t he??)
This just isn’t right. Younger brothers simply aren’t allowed to suddenly come of age. Its just wrong.
Man, do I remember turning 21. What a great year. Celebrated with a hot-tub party (outside in January, in Canada, made a snowfort out of my buddy’s van, brought a t.v. out to watch the superbowl). Went to Europe later and made sweet love on a Greek beach. In general, basked in my total radness.
And now I’m turning 27.
“sniffle” 
Nope, that never happens. I turned 30 last September, and I’m still stuck at the kiddie table. But by this time, all the kids are over 16, so it isn’t so bad.
My younger brother (8 years difference) turns 23 this year, but him hitting 21 was kind of a freaky moment for me.
I didn’t have a problem with 21. As a Canadian, it wasn’t nearly as significant, other than thinking that if I WAS in the States, I could drink. Woohoo. I’ve been drinking since I was 15, so it wasn’t a big deal anyways.
22, though. This one is tough. Why? Because it’s meaningless. All the “Now I’m an adult” milestones (16, 18, 21) have passed, and the next thing to look forward to is the quarter century birthday! I have also just graduated university, and I have to get a job - I told my mom that “I don’t want to be all growed up!” I have a friend who is the same age, who has a house, a dog, a live-in girlfriend (who is nagging for a wedding!), an acura, a pool, a lawnmower and a snowblower - he’s so grown up, and here I am, dreading having to spend a penny until I get a job, not sure what’s going on, and feeling very uneasy about my age. It’s a weird feeling, I tell you!
I’m looking forward to 23 just so 22 can end! People keep thinking I’m 23 anyways - even my own siblings! I have to do math to tell people how old I am.
And have you ever noticed how time seemed to have stopped at the year 2000? I am always shocked to remember that my high school graduation was in 1998 and that that was six years ago!.
“21?” “25?” I have skirts older than you kids.
[Eve hobbles off to the pharmacy to pick up her calcium supplements and Frownies]