childish preconceptions about growing old is to be blamed.
me and my friend used to fantasize about the day we are 25.
that was the day we are old.
i can see our faces talking about this issue,
see our eyes glow by mentioning that at that time it will be the millennium
the world will end.
we sulked at the thought that we will b old.
we certified that our hair would be straight, as if by some magical potion
u drink on ur 25th birthday, all of a sudden maturity straightens up ur hair.
we fantasized that by that time we would definitely be married with kids on the way.
we laughed at the fact that of course we will be wearing tailored suits
with shoulder pads the size of the titanic.

that was our vision for reaching the year 2000.

it's the millennium,
still have my curly hair,
still giggling like a 5 year old,
still single,
but all dressed up in my fanciest clothes.

it's my best friend's wedding, she straightened her hair.
till this day i cant get myself to straighten my hair fearing
that once i reach that i become old.
issues i know.

now i see my spider line wrinkles crawl up the corners of my eyes.
i freak out.
at least i'm not wearing shoulder pads.
at least i have my curls.
at least i have u.
at least i still know how to count at this age.
i am 33 in 2 days