Oh, twenty.

So I thought twenty would feel exceedingly weird. I figured I would be feeling as though my childhood is over because my age no longer ends in a 'teen.' I supposed that I would freak myself out by thinking how different the world is after twenty years and hence how different I must be. This all occurred to me for about five seconds and then I got over myself and realized that it's a day. It is a marker. It is not scary. It is the person it is marking who has the potential to be scary. Fortunately, I am not . . . at least I do not think I am.