Try as I might, I can’t seem to stop aging. While my mentality has remained a constant (currently that of a 10-year-old kid in 1990), my body has nevertheless continued to advance onward, even to this very day. In other words, I have a really hard time believing that I am someone who can be labeled as an “adult,” weighed down with responsibilities, privileges, and expectations that I have normally associated with “real” adults, like my parents and their friends.
The stories on this page detail my struggles with accepting this fact. Many of them appeared in the pages of my collegiate alma mater’s newspaper, the staff of which I served on as a “special guest columnist” 5+ years after I graduated, describing life post-graduation.
Laundry 
Birthday Gathering
Halloween, Old-Fart-Style
Hating Dating
Funny, You Don’t LOOK Young
Grumpy Old Me
First Full-Time Job
Return to High School
Salad and Coffee
The Completely-Screwed-Up Shall Inherit the Earth
Role Change
Attack of the Man-Children
What 2009 means…
Four Scary Words
