So now I’m 27 years old. It’s been incredibly hard keeping track of my age nowadays. You don’t really need it in the same way. Before it was the first thing that came out of your mouth after your name, followed by your favourite dinosaur. When people ask how old I am now, it feels like they’re really asking “Have I’ve come farther in life than you have?”. Haha, probably. It’s always followed by “are you married?, how many children do you have?”.
When the busticket-control-lady asked about my age, because I was one a youth/studentcard, I lied, automatically probably, I said I was 24. That wouldn’t even have helped me, it would have been classified as me going on the wrong card anyways… Extra embarrassing when she didn’t gave up and wanted my social security number, that just happened to be two years off? Very odd…! (I was fined £120, and I’ll tell you right now, I was a student, I was allowed to ride on that card! I just hadn’t….filled and sent the paperworks yet….)
But I’ve atleast known that I’m over 25, not yet 28. Then when I heard “27” sometime earlier this year I just assumed that I was and therefore turn 28, then I probably stuck with that. So now as a gift for being shitty with numbers, I just earned an extra year, yay!