My Inability To Age

Tonight I've been looking through pictures with friends of times gone by, when we were much wilder and frankly quite considerably cooler; which is quite a ridiculous thing to say bearing in mind that I'm only 22 now. But the days of 2007/2008 when we partied hard were definitely my heyday, dramatically more exciting than my life now.

My point however, is not that I'm now a boring boris, but that over the past 3 years, in my opinion, I have completely and utterly failed to physically age. I look the same, if not younger than I did when I was 17. And I didn't look particularly old then so you can only imagine how stupid I look now when people gasp, mouths agape when they are told my age or when my ID is produced to their questioning eyes.

That of course being the bane of my life. Ignorant, foreign (not an important trait but worth noting) shop attendants asking for my ID with a mocking smile as if to say 'HA don't think I'm going to sell you any contraband you stupid child' only to be confronted with a 1988 year of birth. Those mocking smiles then twist into confusion, their eyebrows furrowed with disbelief, they look again, show their colleague for approval and then.. they LAUGH. Most of these people genuinely snigger in a ridiculing manner.
HOW BLOODY DARE THEY. For all they know I've got some horrendous medical problem which causes me to look young. The bastards.

I don't in fact have a horrendous medical problem, as fas I'm aware. I think it's in my genes as my mother is often suspected to be in her 40's, and is certainly not, whilst my father in his late 50's has managed to miraculously maintain a whole head of jet black hair with not a grey in sight.

But the worry is. What if I keep not aging? I'll turn, 23, 24, 25, 26 and still look not a day over 16!

However, by the time I reach 40 it will probably be a good thing as all my friends wrinkle up and sag around me. HA.

Peace out from the childlike Elf x