People at work who are my age or slightly younger think I’m in my twenties and I’m pretty sure it’s because I dress like a teenager but I like jeans and t-shirts, okay?

Or maybe it’s because I’m not married and don’t have kids so I just don’t have that “mom” vibe everyone else has.

Or maybe because I’ve bounced around so much in my job life that I’m not as far up the ladder as those who’ve stuck to one thing since graduating college.

Or maybe it’s because I don’t own a home, which is dumb because who my age owns a home anyway.

Or maybe I’m just really immature, she says while watching cartoons and eating ice cream late at night.