The race was definitely under way.
I had witnessed the start; I was sure of that much.
But what now?
-Raoul Duke

Olivia surprised me last month by admitting that she was mildly apprehensive about turning 24. I must admit; it seemed a little out of the blue (and out of character for her). The more I think about it, however, the more I understand some of what she was feeling. And it’s kind of scary - we are at a point in our lives where we ARE actually getting ‘old’.

Even more ominous is the demon of responsibility that is starting to ‘roll on up’ on me -and it’s happening faster than I’m comfortable with. That thesis that always seemed so far away is now a present reality. The gross spectre of a ‘real job’ (that I’ve been avoiding for god-knows-how-long) is now looming over me. Almost all of my friends have left the bubble of school and have moved onto another stage of their life. It goes on and on.

Ho ho - the obvious solution is simple - suck it up! The problem with that attitude is this - I live in the wonderful fantasy of a world where aging applies for everyone but me. In this world everyone around me gets older but I will always stay the same age.

So if Olivia is worried about turning 24, is there a concern for someone turning 26? Most Likely. Do I feel it? Hell no!

After years of intense television and literary research I am convinced that strange beings like myself never actually age or die. We just grow brighter and brighter until the world stares eternally in awe.