“How old are you?”
That’s the first question almost everyone asks me when we meet for the first time.
I am small for my age and I think I really do act younger than 16 (maybe even look younger than 16). Heck, the immigration officer in Indonesia even easked me if I am a high school student (I’m already a college sophomore, for heaven’s sake!). It’s my eternal frustration to be mistaken to be younger than I am.
Why is it a curse? Some people can’t really tell me everything. Their excuse? “You’re too young to know such things.” Yeah, right.
Why is it a blessing? I’m young and I look younger! I don’t have to worry about premature wrinkles yet and I don’t have to spend too much on anti-ageing products (I hope my young look would still be with me until I’m in my early forties). Seriously, anti-ageing products are flying off the shelves. People want to preserve their youthful look for as long as they can and they spend millions! I don’t want to search for the fountain of youth. I don’t want to write it in my goal list in the future. Plus, when you look young (therefore, fragile), people will go easy on you. teehee =p
I may look at being young as a curse right now but I’d like to appreciate it for as long as it’s there. Because once it leaves me, it will never come back again. My eighteenth birthday may be my most anticipated birthday (someone promised me to tell me a lot of things once I turn eighteen. That is, if both of us will still remember after two years) as I can vote, drive, etc. But while I’m still young, I will be young and cherish it. =)
