When you reach a certain milestone age, an eerie conversation between your new self and your former self happens. Here’s how mine transpired:
24: So, I heard you already turned 25.
25: Yea, and it’s even better than being 24. It sounds more solid, more real.
24: Fool! You don’t have any more wiggle space. You have to say – I’m 25. Saying you’re twenty-ish won’t work anymore.
25: Gad, who says that?
24: Want me to hit the REWIND button?
25: No, that won’t be necessary.
24: Anything changed yet?
25: Oh yea. A lot actually changed. (silence)
24: Suddenly, you are one brooding bitch.
25: No, because even though some setbacks happened, I actually appreciate how my being 25 started.
24: You’re not just plain consoling yourself?
25: Well, maybe a part of me is. For a moment, I hoped it was all a bad dream. And that I need to wake up – fast!
24: Did you?
25: I think so. I really think so.
24: You’ll miss me?
25: A bit. So stay for a moment. We’ll talk for a while. But not for too long, people are staring.
24: I know! Let them be… we two are too hot to handle.
25: No. It’s creepy.
(to be continued)
