I remember many ages being a bit awkward and the current one isn’t any better. It might have something to do with acting my age. I’m pretty sure my maturity peaked in grade nine. I’m almost positive I’d do better a second time around if afforded the opportunity … but then again maybe not.
If you guessed I had a birthday, you are right. Thankfully it’s too late to wish me happy birthday since looking for well wishes or sympathy is not my style. However, my birthday reminded me that I have not complained about my age recently. Being older and theoretically wiser, there are some things I know I can’t change but this one I can easily rectify.
“The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.”
I could have, and probably should have, just let another awkward birthday slip by. I prepared myself so the day itself was good but the lingering effect feels like concrete hardening – or is that my arteries? It’s hard to argue that I’m still middle aged when doubling gets me a spry 110. In photography terms, this might be the shadow of the golden hour.
One of the awkward parts of my increasing age is reaffirming how few new things there are under the sun. A forced tour of men’s clothing shops recently got me in contact with young sales people enthusiastically promoting the latest fashions. It was hard to share their passion. After a couple of stores I realized the problem. I had already worn, and worn out, all the latest styles in another decade. Strange.
There may be more awkwardness in the future. I’ve heard some restaurants sneak my age into the seniors’ menu. That’s all good but I’m guessing there might be meager portions. My eating capacity is less than my teenage version who could sock away 800 calories on my coffee break and still be starving at lunch. But my appetite is still enough to be a raging beast at times. Is it appropriate to order two plates just in case? I doubt it!
Older people look at me and think I’m not old. Did you know that an older person is someone who is 15 years older than you? Inevitably I am that person to more people every year! I certainly don’t want to be 15 years older than I am today. Then again I’m not so sure about reliving the last 15 years. Maybe this isn’t a time to be complaining about after all. Still it all feels a bit awkward …