^^^No, it's that place where anything goes. That point in your life of do or die. That time one begins to realize "Well what am I *doing* here with my life?" Where you begin to let go of things you may once have held dear. You realize your memories simply are just that, and they aren't going to bring back times and places past. As a teen, 27 seemed so far away and so significant but here I am reaching the end of that plateau.
And yet that part of me who swears to have lived many lives before and seen so much more seems to take on a stoic, knowing attitude putting another notch tighter in the belt. It's where you wake up from your stupor of sleepwalking and begin to want to get things done.
THAT kind of WTF.
Love me, I win.
Hate me, I win.
Ignore me, I've got exactly what I wanted.
Love me or hate me, you're still thinking of me either way.