Not as in the 22nd of March, but as in 22 years old.

Twenty-two years of life on this wonderful, yet sometimes (okay, okay, more than sometimes) messed up world of ours.

And in a way, it is totally surreal. It's like, I have reached all the landmark birthdays that I've been looking forward to. I mean, after all, women are not supposed to look forward to their 30's which is yet another landmark year in birthdays.

So, 22... nothing really special at all. It's just another birthday now. I mean, I was excited yesterday, telling everyone that it was my birthday tomorrow (today), but now I'm just...

Eh.

No biggie.

ANd it's amazing that I think this way, because I am the one who was big on birthdays. I am the one who planned THREE MONTHS IN ADVANCE for my birthday. This year, I'm barely making it work a week in advance (since it will be a week AFTER my birthday before I begin the celebrations).

*sigh*

I'm 22.

I almost feel old now.

Not quite.

Just almost.

But at least I can now say (by the standards of the psychological society), that I am an adult, and not an adolescent anymore.

It's some consolation.... isn't it?

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