folie

I'm not sure how I got roped into watching American Idol this season. Usually, I watch until auditions are over and then get bored. This year is no exception, but I'm watching it anyway. I blame the writers' strike.

A couple weeks ago, I was watching an episode where they sang songs that came out the year they were born. Each contestant talked about the year they were born with their age displayed underneath their name as they spoke. I, at the ripe old age of 28, was comparing my numbers to those of the young'uns when I discovered a discrepancy. How were those born 5 years after me 7 years younger than me?

After a few House of Leaves inspired moments of doing and redoing the math, I came to the most startling realisation -- I'm not 28.

I'm 26.