Don't we all?

Is my flesh my me?

I don't know anymore. I can't call it immaturity. Aside from the occasional lapse of judgement, I am usually pretty solid in that department. I've lived my years and have the advice and opinion to prove it. Lately though, I haven't felt like I am the age I am. I have my friends my age. I have my older friends too. It seems like most of the people my own age have let themselves be dictated by the new number on the cake every year. I don't understand it, and I certainly didn't plan it, but it seems like my younger friends share more of my exhuberance towards life. Hell; most of them don't even seem to carry as much energy as I do. Is there something wrong with me? Do I have some sort of chemical imbalance? No matter where I am, I feel like I am the outsider. Older dude hanging out with younger people. Younger dude hanging out with older people. Same age dude hanging out with same age people. No matter what the scenario, I feel different. I think about things deeper than my younger friends. I look at the world in a fresh manner next to my older friends, and don't even get me started on most of the friends I have that are my own age(what happened to you all?). All that I'm saying is this: I don't feel my age. I feel mentally beyond it, and physically below it. I don't think I'll ever quite fit perfectly, yet I feel fine right where I am. Is there anyone else out there feeling like this? I know there must be, and that is the only thing that offers me any comfort. We are all lost in this world, looking for our place. I think the only way to find it is to accept that we really don't have one, and that acception is, in it's self, a perfectly fine place to exist. Someone find me a padded cell. That may be the place for me.