The concerned eyes of Jewish mothers aren’t yet focused on you, because, like I said, you’re not old. You’re just not really young.
Dear 22-year-old Single,
Okay, so you could be newly 23 also. Or maybe turning 22 in a couple of weeks. The age margin I’m speaking to is flexible. But whether you’re a freshly minted 23-year-old or a seasoned palindrome of 22, I want you to know something.
I get it.
It’s awkward. You’re not old. You’re not even near old. But you’re not, like,19. Or 20. Or even 21. And for some ludicrous reason you have yet to understand (maybe because a reason doesn’t exist), 22 sounds considerably older than 21.
But it isn’t. But it is. Kinda.
I want you to know that you’re not alone in these un-interpretable feelings that I continuously attempt to interpret. I feel them, too.
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