Before I started dealing with the effects of what was done to me I'd been told many times by many people that owing to my disposition I'm an old man trapped in a young man's body, or basically that I was born too late (ha!).
People don't say that anymore, now I still find myself oscillating between feeling old, used up, and tired, and feeling like a little kid way out of his element and not really understanding the world. Like Vonnegut's Billy Pilgrim, I feel like a man unstuck in time.
Yet rarely do I ever really feel like the 25 year old I am. How could I? 25 year olds shouldn't be tired of a lot of aspects of life, nor should they be so confused and lost and downright ignorant about so many of the aspects that make life worth living.
It's not fair to be caught between these two extremes.
Edited by Still Around (06/20/13 02:11 PM)