Denial

The other day in the kitchen, I had to face the facts.

Apparently, I've been living in denial for the past few weeks.

We all know that I was not enjoying the thought of turning 24. So apparently, I just blocked it out. For the last 3 weeks, I have been going around blissfully believing that I am 23. When asked my age, I always replied, without a pause. "23"

However, now I know. I'm 24.

Wow, I'm old.