the AGE factor

Lately, i suddenly come to the realization of the age factor. In common sense, or ur layperson term, age is calculated mathematically...as in years n months. U knoe, stuff u can actually subtract or add (ok, so mayb not subtract) But i notice age can also be defined psychologically AND physically as well. Take me for example. Mathematically, im 21 turning 22. Physically, i look like 30, been mistaken as 40, feels like 50 n as useless as 60. PSYCHOLOGICALLY, im 16. Honestly, at times (MOST OF THE TIME), im downright childish, immature, n (stupid) unknowledgeable.

Mathematic factor, im not really feeling anything out of my age yet.
Physically speaking, i do notice a sharp decline compared to when i was 12. Especially my memory. I mean, my memory has gotten so bad (itz sumthing i keep stressing, just in case if eventually reach a day where i forget the fact i got bad memory, sumbody will come along n remind me n dis sumbody MIGHT be a fren, but i wont knoe) dat i can still remember i knoe a person, cept i dont knoe his name and how or when i met dat person. [More on dis later]
Psychologically can be very akward. Ok, picture dis. A bunch of 21-22 years old (wad do u call them, young adult? or plain adult?) gathering 2gether, wif each of them, acting their age, or at the very least, not making an embarassment out of themselves, n suddenly, SUDDENLY, there is one of them, apparently the most oldest looking of them all, start behaving like an immature brat ( u knoe calvin n hobbes??? sumthing similar, only nastier n bulkier [BY A WHOLE LOT!])
Datz me!

So, getting back to the memory part just now. 2day i went to queens for a sorta old frens gathering thingie. N to my suprise, i pretty much remember all of them. But the thing is, while we r gathering, i bump into dis old fren (at least i think he is) n we started saying hi n talk a bit. Here's the thing. I remember the fact i knoe dis guy. Deep down inside, instintively, i knoe dat he is a fren of mine. Only teensy tiny little flaw being, i cant remember his name. Or when i knoe him. Or where i knoe him. The gang i was hanging out wif ask me who was he after dat n i answer them; (wif upmost sincerity n honesty) "No idea."

If u r sharing the same problem as me, feel free to talk to me about it, n mayb we can share sum intimate insight 2gether, granted, we wont remember a thing bout it the next day, but hey, when we bump into each other outside next time, even though we wont remember anything, but deep inside our consciousness, we WILL knoe dat we once shared a deep feeling. A feeling so sacred dat, despite not knowing anything, we will giv each other high fives while saying; "Who r u again?"