Am I getting old?

This morning I went on a walk. I left at about 7:00, so I was prepared for the fact that I would probably encounter some...ugh....teenagers going to school since we live so close to a High School and a Middle School. I do have a little bit of a problem with teenagers. They intimidate me like CRAZY! I have a somewhat insecure complex when it comes to people younger then me. In this one-upping each other society we seem to live in, I have fallen victim to feeling I must be cooler then people younger then me. So, on approaching this teenage boy this morning, who was extremly emo (urbandictionary.com) if I do say so myself, I immediately started to evaluate my coolness. I went through my outfit thinking, I've got wide leg black workout pants, a cute green shirt with cool designs on it, a purple ipod with a pink case, comfy shoes that don't look too momish. I reassured myself thinking, I'm good, I'm cool. I just have to walk by and give a quick half-smile smirk with the quick double eyebrow raise. I continued walking towards him at a brisk pace minus the speed walking Mom arms I had going before I saw him. The moment came. I successfully smirked with the fake eyebrow raise that somehow seemed amicable and gave myself a pat on the back thinking I was successful. Then, disaster struck. I was so freaked I was walking so far to the right of the sidewalk, that my foot when off the sidewalk and I got it stuck in the dirt. I of course fell forward and it all happened just after the somewhat amicable eyebrow raise he didn't seem to take as friendly. Still making eye contact when I fell forward, I could see his face cringe up and scowl as if he was saying, "Ma'am, really? Go back to 1990. You're too old."

It was at that moment I realized how ridiculous this entire moment in my life was. I continued walking and whispered to myself, "I'll show him and all these other hooligan teenagers running around town wearing what can hardly be called pants!" I started up my Mom power arms and continued walking, reflecting on how ridiculously old I seem to be getting.

Not even five minutes later I saw some Mom's standing at the Bus stop waiting with their kids. When I saw them my first thought was, "Hey! some new friends!" That's when I decided I was really getting old. I quickly fumbled to change the song on my iPod to Cobra Star Ship and Metro Station. I knew those Mom's would have never heard of those bands. I felt young again...until my ears started to cringe at the noise level of my music. I then succumbed to aging and it's natural process and finished my workout to Il Divo and Michael Buble. Let the Momification process begin.