An Obsessive Old Fart

I'm finally coming to terms with it. I am an obsessive old fart. I will be 22 in seven days, but really- I should probably be turning 52. Today Adam and I dropped his car off at the auto repair to get new tires and wipers put on. Then we went to Sears to compare prices on air conditioners. Whilst price comparing and thinking if quite possibly Home Depot would have better prices, I got distracted by these bright shiny things.... I couldn't help it. I was drawn to them... I had to have them! I got the biggest smile on my face and my eyes were wide. 

Then I stopped in my tracks, started panicking and turned on Adam. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!!!" The poor man was dumbfounded. "What do you mean?" He asks. "YOU'VE MADE ME OLD! IM STANDING IN SEARS SALIVATING OVER THESE BEAUTIFUL, GLISTENING NEW WASHERS & DRYERS!!!!!! IM ONLY 21! THIS CANT BE HAPPENING YET!!!"

He reminded me that its a part of growing up. But I just cannot accept this. Not yet. 

Which brings me to part deux! I am an obsessive person. My current obsession? DC Comics. It all started with Superman and has now developed into a full fledged obsession with the DC universe. Including heated arguments with geeks at a BBQ about the superiority over Marvel (which they vehemenantly disagreed with). So. *sigh* It makes me feel young. So between my actual age and my internal age.... I'd say maybe that makes me about.... 37? 

Hmmmmmmmmmmm.