When I was younger—in middle school and high school—I developed the perception that I look older than I am. I attribute this to the fact that in the various plays I was in, I was generally cast as adults. I mean, true, it was mostly children’s theater and I was one of the “older” kids, but after playing the “mother” role so many times, I started to believe that people think I’m older than I am. I’m thinking this isn’t true. I now think that people perceive me as being younger than I actually am (of course, this isn’t helped by the fact that I can’t quite grasp that I’m 24). I was recently speaking with someone I didn’t know very well, and she said something like, “You’re how old? 22?” Everyone at work, even though I’ve been here for 2½ years, is convinced that I’m at least a year younger than I am. Of course, for every one of those comments is something like when I visited my sister (who’s 3¾ years older than me) asking if I’m older. I don’t know whether I should be flattered or not. I think I’ll stop thinking about it.
Current song in my head:
“Can’t Help Falling in Love With You” by Elvis Presley