I am ancient
I think a girl in class likes me. I’m not sure, because I’m awkward, dumb, and moderately pathetic, but my spider senses are tingling. She’s around 22. I haven’t figured out how this whole old/young thing works out, but I feel like a creepy pervert thinking about it. Is there some a point when age stops meaning anything? Do people cross some imaginary line where it’s no longer some creepy old fucker leering like a sex offender and becomes potentially something normal? Do people my age just not exist? Am I the only 33 year old person in the entire world destined to be completely isolated? It sure feels like it.