As of today, I’m twenty-five years old. Because of how bad I am at adjusting to a new age, I began telling myself I’m twenty-five in January—not that that takes away from the weirdness.

When I was in middle school, I was playing MASH with friends and trying to please family by promising to find an adequate suitor by age 24, whom I’d marry by 26 and have a child with by age 27. To not have followed through with any of those promises—and to not be bothered by it—is also a really weird feeling, especially since so many young adults and people my age are either already married, engaged to be married (typically with a one-year or less engagement), married and divorced, and/or with a couple kids under their roofs.

Today, I’m officially twenty-five years old, and I’m happy to just be me, myself and I—not so-and-so’s wife or so-and-so’s girlfriend, but just…me.

I entered today eating White Cheddar[1. I try to lead more toward hard cheeses, because they’re less allergenic for mold allergies and less effective for lactose intolerance.] Cheez-Its and four tortillas from Fiesta, though the latter wasn’t heated. Mostly, I was hungry. On the other hand, I was trying to take my mind off a rash that had developed around the outside of my mouth[2. It looks like I am recovering from being waxed, really.] courtesy of aloe vera guts, which I had had on my fingers from when I was trying to milk it all out from one leaf, for some scratches. Apparently, I can’t apply aloe vera to my face—which makes all those times I put stuff containing aloe onto my face for sunblock or whatever; now, I know what was causing the burning.

Unfortunately, I didn’t look up how to resolve the issue until after my hot shower, wherein I usually wash my face with equally hot water, so there was more redness than before. I looked up what to do after waxing redness around mouth, because “aloe vera rash on mouth” results led only to articles about using aloe vera for rashes on mouths. I wound up findint out that ibuprofen can help with inflammation, then I used Neosporin instead of hydrocortisone cream, because the latter burned more and has only caused my face to breakout more in the past.

I’ve learned my lesson—I need to wash my hands after handling stuff. :p

For lunch, I was gonna go with Charlise, her kids, and her mom/my aunt (Charan) to a tea room, but I opted out because there were only two menu items without nuts…and I didn’t want to risk anything. Instead, we wound up going to Pei Wei for dinner and Yogurtland for dessert—and I’m pretty sure I ate too much.

Tomorrow is Italian food for an Easter lunch, ’cause stuff is too cray-cray here to have the whole fam over. It also works out well, in some ways, because everyone has their own thing to do; people’s schedules be too hectic to round everyone up into one corral so much throughout the year…we can barely get everyone in one place in December for Christmas.

If sleep doesn’t claim me first, I’ll be ending tonight with a watchfest of How to Train Your Dragon. ❤

P.S. The title of this post is a play on Young & Hungry, a television series I admire. ?