Gold Teeth and Coral Reef

Life is a ball of stale (or fresh) bubblegum

I’m 25 Years Old. Old enough to be a responsible parent and young enough to still harbour ‘beard-gaps’ in my facial hair real estate. In the same way i’m neither old or young; my life has neither been happy or sad. My childhood was terrible for many many reasons. I am the youngest of 7 children, and all my older siblings are female. The age gap between between me and my nearest sibling is over 13 Years. I missed my chance to socialize with my 6 older siblings. By the time i was ready to party (i didn’t drink until i was 18) they were all settled down and not up for terribly mad nights out. That was a huge shame for me.

I used to look at 25 Year Olds (at the age of 18) and think they were ‘old men’. Now, at 25, i sincerely hope the population opinion has diverged so that i can still fit amongst the young quota.

whats my point? Life is so so so so so so so so so so so short. And time will creep upon your ribcage like sleeper vines on a country mansion. Stop pretending you like that guy, stop mincing your words around those people, don’t feel intimidated around people, don’t feel shy at staring strangers. This world is ours to share.

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