That's How the Stale Cookie Crumbled

I'm feeling more melodramatic than usual. Fair warning.

I've always been a person that wakes up in the morning to a life already lived. Call it a profound sense of "been there, done that" if you will. Only......

......I haven't "been there" or "done that".

Quite honestly, I haven't done much of anything in my relatively short time in this world.

Still, I wearily open my eyes, like a dying 90 year old, stiff and sore from all the years of hard work and living reluctantly endured.

I literally forget some times just how old I'm not. I'm n ot 90. Not even close.

19.

I haven't even been alive for two whole decades. I didn't see the civil rights movement, or live through Vietnam. I didn't have to witness the horrors of eighties fashion. I'm not even old enough to have appreciated Nirvana until long after Cobain died.

I can't even legally buy a beer.

Yet still I'm weary of it. An "it" I haven't even really e x perienced.

I'm not looking for fulfillment, happiness, or hell forbid, a way out, but really.....

....a little mental caffinee would be just fantastic.

Go me.