Yes, all you people who don’t believe I am the age I claim to be. I was born in May of 1978, at Research Medical Center in Kansas City, Missouri. I have no idea what kind of research they did on me, but it seems to have affected my hair follicles.
I’m 26. I have a lot of opinions for someone my age. I blame my bad personality. I’ve been accused of “seeming 30” since I was 18. It’s a curse. The only women that ever showed an interest were 8-12 years older than me. The ironic part is that now I’m closing in on 30, and those 30 something women aren’t looking too bad now…
If only they weren’t so danged insane with hormones around that age. Not the good kind of hormones, either. It’s the kind of hormones that make a perfectly stable, intelligent women suddenly decide after 30 years of saying they “never want to have kids” to desperately want to start popping kids out. You all know I’m right, so don’t try and deny it.
Guys go through something similar at around 18 years of age. We don’t want babies so much… just want to “practice” our technique. We spend several years insanely hormonal, and fortunately the hormones start to slow down… just in time for the woman to reach her maternal instinct phase.
Thank god that men and women don’t peak at the same time… imagine the population problems we’d have.
The only way a woman will be satisfied when she enters “the phase” will be if she hooks up with an 18 year old guy. He of course will not be thinking about the evil insanity of having children, only about the bliss of “gettin’ some.” Everybody gets what they want.
That, or we could just lock women up from 29 to 36. That would solve the problem, too.
So, all that said, I’m glad to be nearing 30, and I’m even more glad that I don’t have to become a hormonal emotional nut when I get there. Yup… Estrogen=Nutcase.