Thursday, February 09, 2012

Day 8 - How old are you? Do you like being the age you are?

I am 33.  Honest-to-God truth.  I'm not one of those people that is frightened by my age.  Getting older doesn't bother me, so I see no point in hiding or lying about my age.

I've truly enjoyed being in my 30s.  Hitting 30 gains you a modicum of respect from society.  You can be just as dumb and immature as you were at 29, but turn that magic age of 30, and people actually tend to assume you've suddenly become almost respectable.  I firmly believe in letting society continue to believe that, while I go on acting like a kid.

In truth, I don't feel like 33.  Mentally and emotionally, I vacillate between feeling like I'm 18 and feeling like I'm about 21.  That may not seem like a big difference, but it has to do with who I was at that time.  At 18, I was a recent high school graduate, had a sort-of boyfriend, a limited part-time job and no car, and had absolutely no clue what I wanted to do with my life.  At 21, I had a good job at Barnes & Noble, had recently kicked the so-called boyfriend to the curb for mutilating my heart and my self-confidence, had a good car, and had absolutely no clue what I wanted to do with my life.  At 33, I have a great job at the University of Georgia, have mostly avoided members of the opposite sex (atleast in terms of romantic relationships), have my dream car, and have absolutely no clue what I want to do with my life - so you see, it's not much different from being 18 and 21.  I may have more toys, but I still haven't figured out what my role in life is.  I have ideas, but so far, they're not panning out.

If anything, I'd say the best part about being 33 is realizing that getting older doesn't mean finally reaching a point where you know what life is about.  Life changes around every corner, and if you get up in the morning expecting those changes, it can be excited.  Often frustrating, but always exciting.

In conclusion, I'd describe my age as this:
I'm still young enough to have fun and goof off and toss back a beer (or three) and get up and sing karaoke.  But I'm mature enough to realize I don't know everything, and I allow myself to learn from my mistakes.

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