be my friend?

I've said for many years that I don't feel my age. For the longest time, I've felt "stuck" at an internal 22. Maybe 23, on days when I feel particularly mature. But that's over.

I am officially the last person on earth to join MySpace. Shortly after I made my page, I heard them shutting the door behind me. And I've found that I'm not 22. Not even 23. I'm "that old person they let in out of pity."

I squeal whenever I load my page and find that someone else has added me to their page. "I have twelve friends!" I yelled downstairs to Zac yesterday. Later, just after a squeal, it was, "Guess what? Matthew Ward has made me his friend!" Now, just my sudden intake of air has him (Zac) heading me off. "Yes, Mom, I know. They like you ... they really like you."

I haven't felt this way since junior high. It's suddenly become very important that I have friends. So ... won't you be mine?

Throw a bone to the old lady.