When it rains it pours....(its raining men.)

So with the upcoming holiday certain things come to mind. My birthday is the first thing to be concerned about. I really do not like growing up. Every added year adds more responsibility. I think I am at my limit at the moment. Being independent of my parents is something I didn't think I would have to encounter just yet.

I feel old.

20 isn't all that old i suppose, but when I can recall turning the ripe age of 7 and crying because I thought it meant I had to retire all my toys and become an adult, it makes me a little depressed. I miss endless summers, worlds of imagination in my back yard, and LEGO empires.

Is that a grey hair? Crap.

The other issue that seems to have surfaced is the fact that all of a sudden, men seem to be coming out of the woodwork. After several months in a drought when it comes to men, they seem to be everywhere. Not just normal ones either, real keepers! I had been in this 'wear t-shirts everyday, no makeup, hair in a ponytail funk.' One day I decided to let my hair down, and open my eyes I guess. ;) I know exactly what they mean by the comment, "When it rains, it pours." This time, however, it seems to be raining men....and I'm drenched.