I Want to Be Old, Why Doesn’t Anyone Believe Me?
<p><strong>I come from a family where getting old is a capital sin.</strong></p>
<p>Sure, it’s a dysfunctional family where a lot of narcissistic whims usually collide into communication disaster, but still… You wouldn’t imagine something as natural as getting old would get so much backlash.</p>
<p>Whatever you do, if you come over, never talk to my 74-year-old mother about old age. Or young age. She will try and goad you towards it, but stay strong. Whatever you say, I can guarantee it will result in mayhem!</p>
<p>Probably as a rebellious act against my family of origin, my heart and brain are telling me not only that I don’t care about my age, but that I fully embrace middle age with all its faults.</p>
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<p><strong>If age is just a number, I want it to be a big one.</strong></p>
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<p>People who are younger than me will say I’m ancient. And those who are older will say I’m too young for this conversation! <strong>No matter how old I am, I never seem to be young enough or old enough to have a valid opinion on anything.</strong></p>
<p>For the record, I’m 42. The profile photo is of myself on a good day, under good light. And whatever you want to say to that, I’m getting old(er) and I like it this way.</p>
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