Yeah...I'm old. Wanna know HOW old? Nana and I wanted Mexican for supper tonight, so we decide to stop by the ol' El Jalisco (that's El Hell to us Clinton locals). Well, we drove in the parking lot, saw that EVERY space (and then some) was taken by (insertSUVnamehere)s driven by preppy PC students, and decided that, no, we didn't want to eat amongst all the "college kids," so we therefore drove to Taco Bell and got our Mexican to go.
I'm TWENTY THREE YEARS OLD. I didn't want to park in the gravel lot farther away from the restaurant and fight the noise and the crowd just to eat Mexican with my grandmother. F***ed up? I think so!
But actually, I don't think it's that I'm too old, but that I'm somewhat intimidated. I'm fine in Clemson, because I have my own big rowdy crowd, and I'm familiar with the setting. But for some reason, college kids (which, by the way, are now ALL younger than I am) still intimidate me. For some reason, I still have this teeny-tiny little I'mSuchADork complex deep down inside me that is afraid that all the cute, popular college (read: Greek) kids will point and laugh and call me a loser.
It's so weird. As confident and independent as I can be in many places with many people, there are still some settings that make me feel like I'm a little, dependent 11-year-old school girl nerd who doesn't want to let go of her mommy's hand.
Although...Nana is 75 years old, and didn't want to eat with the college crowd, either. So that tells me one of two things: 1) I'm wise beyond my years and act like a 75 year old; OR 2) Even 75-year-old adults haven't quite had the little kid grow out of them yet.
For my sake, I hope it's the latter!
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