This is contradictory, but I have always been old and immature. Old, tired, worn out, drained, and empty. Immature, childish, dumb, shallow, and emotionally stunted.
I have this old sketch that I did when I was fourteen. Would you have guessed I was only fourteen when I drew this self-portrait? I've spent my whole life being mistaken for much older than I am. How does the Indiana Jones quote go? "It's not the years; it's the mileage." I already had a lot of mileage by fourteen. (Mileage and baggage both.)
And now I'm forty and as old as I (used to) look and yet it seems evident in the recent photo that, deep down, I'm still a brat.
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