The Big Two-Oh

This post is way overdue. If my calendars served me right, 28th December 2007 marked the two whole decades that have passed since I was brought into this world. "Yip-pee."

I didn't answer five hundred phone calls on my birthday, no. I didn't receive a thousand text messages and no, I didn't throw a fete for the entire neighborhood. What I did have was a cup of tea and a dose of antibiotics.

And fever.

What better way to spend my birthday than to have a wonderful test from God, just as a little reminder to tell me that I was noticed by God on my birthday. Thinking of it from that perspective felt comforting for my grief in a way. Grief being fever, flu, sore throat, coughing, headaches and the complete package. It was during my illness that it actually dawned upon me.

I'm twenty.

At first it sounded more like, "I'm twenty??". Then, it turned into something more like "I'm twenty!!". At least thats how it sounded in my head. I'm a teenager no more. It was such a strange and distractive momentary paranoia. And by "momentary" paranoia I really mean "perpetual and incessant" paranoia. I guess it must have lasted quite a while. I trust all you twenty-something-year-olds out there understand my predicament. I'm a big boy man now! I'm.. OLD! It sounds gross now that I put it that way.

Anyway, my wishful thinking then turned towards ignorance. So what if I'm twenty? Big deal. They say age is about mind over matter, if you don't mind it doesn't matter. I don't know what to think now. I remember being a kid, full of joy wrapped up in bubbly innocence just a few years back. It all seems so jaded now.

I don't know how being twenty is any different from being nineteen. I guess I'll have to wait and experience it for myself. How was your big two-oh? Anything like two-oh-oh-eight?