It has recently come to my attention that in my own perception of myself, I must think I’m younger and cooler than I actually am. That in the mirror of my life, I see someone who’s still pretty relevant and youthful.
Lately though I’ve been forced to inch a little closer to that mirror (since in my older age my perception glasses must be blurred) to get a clearer look.
I’m realizing that as I look towards my 33rd birthday in a month from now, while I’m still pretty young in the whole tape measurer length of my life, I’m not as young as I used to be….and other people notice that too.
When we were at the beach earlier this month I decided to help my super cute but very shy cousin break the ice with some girls about his age (18.) I’ve always been able to start a conversation with strangers easily and this was no big deal….plus, I was selling a cute guy to cute girls. No biggie.
So… I go over to the group of girls on the beach, sit down and say hello and then launch into some schpeil about my cute buy shy cousin not wanting to infringe on their girl time but who was curious about them. It was reasonably smooth and mildly unobtrusive…plus I’m a girl…and I’m relatively hip, or so I think.
“That is so totally cool that you wear blue toenail polish.”
It wasn’t lost on me for a second that what they were really saying actually wasn’t finished. I didn’t miss it though, the “at your age” was clearly implied.
Sweet…I’m youthfully culturally relevant…albeit old.
I’m thinking that when I’m 90, I might sport a black leather biker jacket…and fake boobs…and blue nail polish.
PS. Please for crying out loud, send our sailor this month some love. He hasn’t gotten a darn thing from anyone and is totally bummed. Poor guys out on a ship in the middle of nowhere… bake some cookies, send a card…something!?!? I’ll post the next letter when I know this sailor hasn’t been forgotten from the shores of this continent!