Peter Pan and Gay Bars

People say that "We are killing ourselves trying to vie for our loved one's attention and we become to preoccupied to notice that someone is already dead trying to get our attention." Perhaps I can say that I am already dying for someone's attention, wishing that someday he'll get a bump on the head and notice me. The main problem is that I don't look my age (this actually became an issue when I entered a gay bar for my Journalism 101 class), it is harder to flirt with guys my age. I once told my older friends that I envy their normalcy, "at least ikaw forever young" they retort. I have no intentions of being in Neverland, I want to grow up, yet perhaps I am rushing things. I also don't want to end up as a child rushing to get old and then as an older person wishing to be younger. I wish to live my life with no regrets, after all, all I did back then has led to what I am now. I think I'll end this short post with a quotation I received:

"Never ever reach a point where you regret something just because you thought it was a mistake; remember, once upon a time it made you smile."