Aging
(I just noticed this is like my public diary. Hmm…)
A few days ago I was doing my normal bathroom routine. It’s pretty normal up until the end. I finish and look at myself in the mirror. But I don’t do that just to check what I look like. No, I check to see if I can see my age in the mirror.
I look into the mirror and think “i’m 18, do I look 18?” and look and try to figure it out. For as long as I have been doing it, I can never see it. I’m 16, 17, 18 and I don’t see myself as it. I don’t know what age I see, but it isn’t my current one. Maybe it’s my hair or my clothes or how I stand. I’ve never been able to figure it out.
But back to the story. I was doing my routine. I had finished and was just looking. I had my arms crossed, my hoodie sleeves rolled up, my hair at it’s normal messyness, and facial hair that’s getting too long.
And I looked like I was 18.
This first time looking into the mirror, I saw the adult in me. I was getting older. I have responsibilities now (at least more now), and I have to go to college soon. I see all this reflected in the mirror. All the learning, tricks, fails, and rebounds of my life, all rolled into one person standing in the mirror.
I finally see myself as an adult. Now to act like one.
–Brian
