general complaints

i am a grown up

I promise.  I mean, at 28, I’m pretty darn growed up.  I’ve been out of college longer than I was in it.  I own a home.  I’m married.  I have a career, not just a job.  If that’s not grown up, I don’t know what is.

And yet, I am often mistaken for a teenager.  When I was 22, it wasn’t so surprising, as I was only a few years out of teenage-hood.  But as I get closer and closer to 30, it throws me when someone makes the assumption that I’m 10 years younger than I am.  Like when I started a new job a few months back and people assumed I was a new intern.

At church last year, I taught the ladies’ group once a month.  It was always nerve-wracking, especially considering my youthful-looking-ness.  I mean, are ladies ranging from 20 to 65 really going to take an 18-year-old know-nothing seriously?  I think, though, it actually played to my advantage:  if I ever said anything completely preposterous, they just chalked it up to my ‘age.’

So, this year, I have been asked to teach the 8-year-old children.  I was excited at the prospect of teaching people who readily accepted my grown-upped-ness.  I mean, they’re 8 – anyone over the age of 14 is grown up to them.

Or so I thought.  After finding out where all the kids go to school, one of the boys asked me where I went to school.  I informed him that I was done with school.  High school, colllege, all in my past.  He looked at me, and decided to accept my response.  “Oh, I thought you were a teenager,” he explained.

I just can’t win!

Now, I’m not really complaining.  I mean, cuz when I’m 40, I’ll really love looking 10 years younger.  The husband will love walking around with his hot, young, trophy wife.  But right now, I wish people would take me seriously.  And, well, the husband really could do without the looks of disdain from all those lolita-haters out there …

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