Life is sending me a message?
Woke up this morning, newly twenty-three. Turned on my Pandora as I am ought to do in the morning while I get ready. On comes Lily Allen’s “22”.
Lyrics:
When she was 22 the future looked bright
But she’s nearly 30 now
and she’s out every night
I see that look in her face
she’s got that look in her eye
She’s thinking how did I get here
and wondering why
It’s sad but it’s true how society says
Her life is already over
There’s nothing to do
and there’s nothing to say
Til the man of her dreams comes along
picks her up and puts her over his shoulder
It seems so unlikely in this day and age
Apparently life is telling me the downward spiral starts right about now. Sigh.
(Par for the course, I say. Lopa and I already have decided twenty-three is an emo year.)
