What’s My Age Again?
16 year-old me in 2005. My twenties seemed so far away then.
Last night, during my weekly flick through the glossies [Grazia & Famous are my weaknesses], I discovered a rather horrifying fact: She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named [hint: starts with an L and sort of rhymes with “baby lager”] is only 25. That’s just three years older than me! In just a few months time, we’ll both be a part of that age bracket known as the “mid-twenties”. She’s a multi-million dollar pop star with legions of fans. What have I got to show for myself? Competing on RocKwiz [my proudest moment] doesn’t quite stand up next to worldwide fame.
While I’m sure this Lady’s age is not brand new information for most people out there, it certainly shocked me. I’m not exactly what you’d call a fan of this performer’s work, and purposely avoid reading nearly all articles that so much as mention her name [even the negative ones – she’s simply not worth the attention]. I cant stand her music, although I did hear a mash-up of “Born this Way” and “Express Yourself” on Monday, and quite enjoyed the Madonna bits. Living in my self-imposed ignorant bubble means that I simply had no idea how close in age we actually are.
It’s impossible to compare oneself to an international pop star, but She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named just seems so much older than me. I expected there to be at least seven or eight years between us. Not three. But then again, now that I think about it, she seems about as “old” as I imagined twenty-somethings to be back when I was just a teenager. In fact, after some thought, it’s not the proximity of our ages that is really causing me the shock here; it’s the fact that I am actually approaching my mid-twenties.
When you’re in your teens, 25 seems so far away. I used to imagine that by the time I reached my mid-twenties, I’d have written a novel, travelled the world, and be well on my way to a career in music journalism. However, things haven’t quite gone to plan. I’ve certainly grown up, but in doing so, my dreams have changed. Yes, I’m still studying – but I’m enjoying it, and this screenwriting course might actually get me a job someday. I might not be employed by the NME, but I am writing and hosting a trivia night, and DJing on a fairly regular basis. I haven’t finished that novel yet, but I’ve got a pile of half-written manuscripts just waiting for the right bit of inspiration to strike [and trust me, the one I started in year 12 about the girl being framed for the murder of her French teacher is definitely a keeper].
Yeah, maybe I haven’t got everything figured out yet, but I’m certainly getting there. I haven’t done everything that I thought I would’ve done by now, but I haven’t exactly been living a dull and boring life, either. Besides, I’m happy, and that’s what matters, right?