How I Know I’m Getting Older

 Family, friends, and reader(s?),

    Good afternoon and I hope this blog post finds you fabulous! It finds me writing outside of a coffee shop during my day off while a stranger sits ten feet away on a Teams Call with with her dog next to her. Anyways, it’s been nearly two and a half years since my last post. What have I been up to? A lot. I graduated, got a job, was scared by a man in the dark on the eve of the 2024 Rocky Mountain Showdown and scraped my limbs leading to a permanent (I hope) scar on my left hand in, roughly, the shape of America, and I made more friends. I make myself giggle. Regarding the status of The Katherine Kazette, I don’t know if I’m going to post more often now or not, but I do need more creative outlets since graduating. I wonder if I should transfer my blog to substack. I should probably visit their website first. Also, I did use AI for the very cool anamorphs inspired image of me becoming an old lady.

      Moving on, I’m 26 now and for the past three years have thought of myself as kind of getting old. In reality I’m not. There’s no way that one turns twenty-four and is considered old for the remaining years of their life. How sad it is that we often equate youth with those ages fifteen to twenty-three.  A recent ponder of mine revealed the question “what am I going to do with the (alleged) remaining 74 years of my life?” However, I have compiled a list of reasons contributing to how I know time has moved forward and that I’m no longer seventeen. Thank God that I’m no longer seventeen.

• Last summer, on a walk, I heard wind chimes and thought something to the effect of ‘what a nice sound.’

• Justin Bieber has a son.

• I asked a group of teenagers how old you have to be to be considered an ‘unc.’

• I use the term ‘teenagers.’

• The year of my birth doesn’t change.

• On Spotify, DJ X recently said “I’m gonna get it goin’ with some music that’s all you. Steely Dan up first.”

• I drink black coffee four out of seven mornings. 

• I don’t need to do math anymore.

• An eighteen year old boy in a fashion jewelry store said to me “If you were a girl what would your mans get you?” I apologize for the grammar in his question, but that’s how he said it. I replied with “If I were a girl…”

• No one cares about what my GPA was.

• Covid was six years ago.

• Potential “sugar daddies” have stopped sliding into my DMs (for the record I was never involved in that lifestyle, weird older men and women have just requested to follow or message me, I didn’t comply).

• Last year I saw someone I hadn’t spoken with since 2015 and asked how their past decade had been.

• To be a cougar, I’d have to date a twenty year old.

• I’m way less fearful than I was years prior.

• I think I have like three silver hairs. 

That is all for today, I hope you enjoyed it, I enjoyed writing most of it. Feel free to puruse my other posts, but please know they aren’t all well. Have a lovely day!