I was at the grocery store toady, doing my normal shopping and I caught myself joking with an older lady about the rising cost of beef. I walked away somewhat amused, I work in a nursing home and older people are my main source of conversation. Then at the checkout, the middle aged lady and I discussed the best choice of check s (duplicate or no). Then as the bag boy loaded the groceries into my car (yes they still do that here, welcome to Mayberry, sidewalks roll up at 6 p.m. sharp), we discussed car audio systems and Eminem’s latest rapper protégé.
As I drove home it hit me, I just talked to three people, three different age groups, and had something to say to all of them. At first I was proud of my conversational skills, but the closer to home I got, I started thinking that I have no real age identity. I have never really fit in with the people that are my age. My closest friends right now are close to 30 and 40.
Now my brain goes from, wow I got skills, to depressed because I don’t know what people my age really talk about or do. I missed the college experience of dorms and frat parties, though I am extending my education now, and I partied hard very young and am so over that now.
I am old before my time! But still to young to be old…gahh, maybe I will just go to bed and wake up the age I am meant to be.
