I know that someday I will appreciate it...but today is not someday. Since arriving in Worcester, Massachusetts (my parents home town) I have been called "a beautiful little girl", asked if I was "16 years old" and was asked if I attended Wachusett High School and if so what I thought of their new newspaper. I HATED being 16, haven't been called little girl since I was about 10 years old and am pretty sure that I graduated high school over 8 years ago.
Now, don't get me wrong. I know that someday people thinking that I look 10 years younger than my actual age will be a HUGE compliment. But today, I take offense to it.
My mom and I walked into a medical office to discuss care options for my grandma--while in the waiting room one of the office workers looked at my mom and I and said to my mom: "What a beautiful little girl you have". At this point, my mouth dropped open and I stared at the women with a vengeance. Just that morning I had registered for classes to complete a post-professional degree. This comes 4 years after graduating college. My mom quickly told the women that I was 26 years old, married and living in England...at this point the women felt like a complete, well, a#$. Insert foot in mouth here.
I don't know what these Worcester-ites are thinking. I am afraid that I am going to get pulled over for driving under age or something.
This blog sounds pointless...but I have hated looking young for my whole life. I thought that I was beginning to appreciate this quality of mine, but my last few days in Worcester have definitely made it clear that I still resent my youthful appearance. Someday I will look back at this blog and hate myself for complaining about such a stupid thing. But today it seems important.
So I guess 26 is the new 16. As long as I don't have to move back home and go to High School again I think I might be able to get used to this. Maybe.
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excuse me, can i see your ID? i'm not sure you should be drinking/driving/smoking/buying porn/gambling/or being married (well, i guess the married part is ok if you're from arkansas). tell your mom that i'd be happy to babysit you while jb is deployed :)
Dude. First of all, post another blog already - I need some entertainment. Second - let me know when you're back home. I'll get us appts and we'll get new do's and work on looking our age. And, lastly, I'm with hh - I think she should babysit you while jb is away.
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