Help! I am 24 years old and I seem to be morphing into a crotchety old man right before my eyes. Sure my face may still have some of it's baby soft exuberance left to it, but hidden beneath that layer is a hardened old man who wants nothing more than to live in solitude. Live alone on an island of his own making. A place to turn and run to when he wants nothing to do the with the outside world.



It's getting hard not to notice how much older I've become. This weekend I went camping with a large crowd group. And I know this may seem petty and bitchy but I am sure that at some point or another everyone thought the same thing. I want this my way. I am no longer that elastic little 19 year old willing to be dragged along with the crowd merely because I was apathetic to the cause. I just wanted to be a part of something. Now as the crowd moves along I try to see my way out. Try to build a plan. I see images of myself pulling out a soapbox, standing upon it and screaming emphatically It's okay if we don't want all to do the same thing! until everyone around me realizes that this is meant to happen. We can always reconvene later. And really, isn't that what life is all about?