“When I’m 20, you’re going to be 30″

I think the past couple of years I’ve been living in the Matrix, I’m Neo and Morpheus had just kidnapped me to tell me the truth. Now all I need to do is make a decision to either take the blue pill (to carry on living in a shell) or red pill (to know the truth). Where the story deviates from the movie is that this time Morpheus grabs my mouth, shoves the red pill down my throat and covers both my mouth and nose… Ok ok, it’s not quite dramatic like that… Over in the real world, yesterday I was hanging out with my cousins and somehow it got to the following conversation

Me: “Girl… I’m ten years your senior. That’s a decade!!”
*A few minutes passes by*
Jo: “WOW!! that means when I’m 20, you’re going to be 30″
Me: “Oh gawd…. NOOOO!!”. *covers ears*
Jo: “And when I’m 30, you’re going to be 40… AND when I’m 40, YOU’RE GOING TO BE 50!!!”

This is where I fall of the chair, huddled up in the fetal position and crying. Now a decade to me is just a word that means 10 years… Just a number, so what? Well just imagine what can happen in 10 years? Seeing your cute little cousin at the age of 6 running around with little care for the world and having loads of fun. Now skip a decade later and she’s this gorgeous teenager doing her Intro Calc homework and yet still so cheerful. NOW HOLD UP!!! HOLD UP!!! That was me 10 years ago (minus the gorgeous teenager bit). It just finally hit me and I was like a deer staring in the headlights of an incoming vehicle (or a deer like this) that I am no longer that young teenager that I think I am in my head. Yes, I’ve graduated from high school, university and have been working for 4 and a half years. Yes I’ve done many stupid things (and excelling at it) but how the crud did that amount to a decade?! I think somehow when Jo had mentioned that I will be 30 when she’s 20, it was like somebody snapping their fingers and I’ve come out of a trance or a coma. Now that I’ll be heading to the UK in the next few days, it’s time to get my shit together and do something worthwhile that I can be proud of in the next decade.

I guess all that was going through my head yesterday when I was dodging Mr Smith’s (Jo’s) bullets in slow motion. All I need now is Trinity to come crashing through in her Helicopter to save me … Save me!

I choo choo choose the blue pill!!

Tags: age, dellusions, old, youth