I complain about getting old a lot. At the grand old age of 22, I often whinge to my friends about how ancient I feel, how little and innocent the first years look, and how scary it is that time is flying past. Now, there are various things that I have experienced which have made me feel old. Some such things include:
1) Watching first years falling over each other in Friars
2) Being called "ma'am" by a first year
3) Seeing my old Grade 8s at Rhodes as first years
4) Hearing about friends getting engaged
But I felt truly, scarily old for the first time earlier this week.
As I'm home for the holidays, I decided to accompany my mom to Pick n Pay for the weekly grocery shop. She pushed the trolley, and I wandered around the shop asking her to buy me things (as one does). As I was heading back to drop something in the trolley, I suddenly saw a good-looking guy standing in a queue for the till. Now good-looking guys are relatively rare in the small town where I live (during winter, anyway), so he was hard to miss. Tall, blonde, a little bit of stubble going on...not bad eye-candy. Then he turned around and I realised he was carrying a baby.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I checked out a young father. I am old enough to admire men who have their own kids...and it's not actually that creepy.
I officially have one foot in the grave.
