Fuck! I'm so old!

No, not because it's Halloween and I have no candy. Well, OK, maybe it's that a little bit. I think everyone secretly wishes they could trick-or-treat on Halloween. It's one of the best possible things about being a kid--you get to dress up, you wander around to people's houses in the dark and, just for standing there and looking cute, you get candy. When does that stop being appropriate, anyway? I mean, the last time I did it was when I was a senior in high school, but we went with the knowledge that we were too old. I'm guessing the cutoff for girls is when you stop dressing as a "___" and start dressing as a "slutty ____". You know: angel-->slutty angel, nurse-->naughty nurse, or, if you're really good, you find a way to nastify the "tube of toothpaste" costume you wore when you were seven. The cutoff for guys is probably when you knock on the door and the house's owners think you're going to rob them.
Anyway...that's not why I'm feeling old. I'm working on a paper right now (well, sort of) and a few minutes ago I decided that I couldn't take much more of the guy across the hall playing Guns 'n' Roses at top volume on his stereo. So I...shudder...knocked on his door and politely asked him to turn it down. It was excruciating. Not only that, it was "Sweet Child O' Mine."
I'm becoming everything I always hated.