Growing Old

One sign I know I'm growing old: I visibly cringe every time I read something about 20-somethings because it invariably deals with some bullshit about not really knowing what they want to do with their lives. Guess what? I could give a shit. Live a little. Make a choice. Live with the consequences. Quit whining. Quit thinking your angst is important or worth writing about.

I'm not looking back fondly on the 20s right now. As for ages go, it really is an obnoxious time. Social Network is evidence of it.