I realized I was old once I accepted that most chicks my age are either married, plan to get married, are pregnant or got kids.

Then I started doing THIS:

And now I am a little kid again!
Wooh!
I doubt I'll ever grow up, or rather I hope so. Have none of the goals of my age-peers. Career? Bah, I'm in it for the money, nothing else. Kids? Pesky little critters that suck up resources. House/car/status stuff? Doesn't appear important to me. I could live in this little rathole I have for the rest of my life and be perfectly content with it. If 'maturing' is supposed to change all that, I don't plan on maturing at all

All about perspective or lack thereof (in my case). Youth is wasted on the young anyway and so on and stuff.
My body is certainly not what it has been - I get hung over easily and it takes a bit longer to recover from exercise. I grump when i get outta the sofa after sitting down for a good while.
But to quote Team Hardbox's motto: So sweet What!
