I’m not cheese – age doesn’t seem to matter to me! π
Sometime ago I bumped in to a whole of people who I knew about 20 years back. They were all much younger than me and truth be told, looked ancient! I turned to a friend whoβs about my age and said βIs it my imagination or do they look old?β And he said: βOh yes, they look older than us!β We had a good laugh about that β because even if it wasnβt true, it made us feel good!
I often wonder why many people have such a problem accepting and revealing their age. I see loads of older men and women with jet black hair and jowls hanging up to their knees!! Okay, Iβm exaggerating, but you get the idea.
Iβm going to be 48 this year β I canβt believe that Iβve reached middle age and am so close to 50. I may look it, but I certainly donβt feel it. I have loads of grey hair, have had cataract surgeries, wear spectacles, have creaking bones (!!) and some of my school mates have kids who are married but I still feel like Iβve got my whole life stretching in front of me.
My parents are 87 and 85 and I laugh when they refer to someone younger than them as βthat old man/ womanβ, little realizing their own age.
Iβm sure a lot of you out there feel that you are much younger (or older) than you really are.
PS: This was published a while back as a guest post in a blog that has since closed down. If you’re thinking of shutting down your blog, ask me to do a guest post! π