P.Y.T.

Lols. Here I am, trying to post on the subject of youth. You'd find it funny too, I dunno where to start.

I'm constantly told that I'm not old, and I'd be happy to believe that. Only my body doesn't. I do require that much more time for some shuteye, and seem to burst out with that little bit of adrenaline when required.

Yeah, I do see 1 or 2 years of my life wasted, yet all that's done is bring me to now.

Take what I do, for example. I've gotten myself involved in a lot of goings-on, and I manage it pretty well. So much more productive than just bumming it at home. Fatigue does set in, but that fatigue is oh so well deserved in exchange for all that fun.

Being "old" does have its perks. You get to see the decisions you make in a whole new light, thus making more sensible choices. There isn't a wrong direction, per se. Once in a while, I'd just love to get loose. Real loose. And not care about anything but getting loose.

And yet being "young" means less responsibilities have been heaved on you.

Maybe this age "thing" isn't so bad after all.

:)

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Too many birthdays this weekend. New friends and food and dancing and singing and playing. Sweet!

Happy birthday to my brother and sister!

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I need to update my wardrobe. NOW!

~ Neal