While walking to work this morning I noticed that I failed to find a bookmark for the book I started last night. Instead, I just put a pen to mark the spot (normally just a quick fix until I can find a piece of paper). Well, I didn’t want to keep the pen in the book all the way to work so I needed a trick to remember on what page I had left off. That’s easy, says I–I’m 33 years old and I left off on page 33. No problem.
Well, the problem is… I’m not 33. I’m 34 and rapidly approaching 35. And this isn’t the first time this has happened. I’ll bet on at least half a dozen occasions in the past year I’ve been asked to give my age for one reason or another and I have to do the math in my head to figure it out! Hey, I’m not talking senility here (at least I don’t think I am). But shouldn’t one’s age be a relatively simple thing to retrieve from one’s memory? Maybe the problem is there aren’t any cool landmarks to look forward to between 21 and 65. Am I the only one who feels like his/her brain is leaking out his/her ears overnight? Maybe I could just get a tattoo on the back of my hand with appropriate lines to tell me my age–you know groups of four with a diagonal slash through them.
Well I’m going to go stare at my driver’s license now to see if I’ve forgotten anything else about me.
39 since last Sunday. I have had this problem since as long as I remember. Think its since I don’t really care too much about how old I am, so I don’t store this in the part of my brain used for important info like Simpsons trivia. When asked my age I used to take the present year, subtract my birthyear, then subtract 1 from the total if my birthday hadn’t already occurred. Recently I have simplified matters by just going to the next age as of Jan 1.
I cheated. I had my daughter on my just before my 30th birthday. Now all I have to do is add 30 years to her age and that’s how old I am. I am 33 and 1/2 right now
My husband can never remember how old he is. He’s 27, but sometimes he says 26 or 25. Hell, one time recently he said he was 23. And if you ask how long we’ve been married, it takes a minute or two for him to remember. It’s been less than 2 years, so that’s kinda sad.
I had a problem remembering that I was 24 (that was 2 years ago). See, I never had a proper celebration for my 24th birthday (long story), so I’m convinced that’s why I never remembered that I was 24. I went straight from 23 to 25.
I have the same problem, but in a slightly broader sense. I’m 22, but I keep forgetting I’m an adult.
For example, I was thinking of taking a trip recently and I thought to myself “This will be the first time I fly alone. Urk.” But then, as I am wont to do, I replied to myself: “Oh, but the stewardesses take care of kids who fly alone”. It was only later that I remembered I’m an adult. Damn.
I’m 36. However, I find the older I get, the less it matters. So I often have to think about this question before I can answer it. It’s not that I think my brain isn’t working as well (it’s just fine most of the time), it’s just that my age is irrelevant and not a particularly important fact to remember most of the time. It’s a natural progression, I think. After all, when is that last time you heard an adult say “I am 36 and a half” or something similar?
Well, by that time, my daughter will be out of college and on her own, my doggies will have gone to their respective rewards, and my husband and I will wallow in the much-anticipated “Empty Nest Syndrome”…
I’m 28 soon to be 29 born in 1972. I keep forgetting my age though because for some reason I really liked being 27. An interesting story, I lost my original birth certificate and sent off for a new one, my new one says that I was born in 1979, I plan on taking advantage of that later. My husband is 30 and I really love to tease him because he is hysterical about his age. He’ll be 31 shortly and thinks his life is almost over, he is really odd.
I will be 21 in October. The sad thing is that I probably won’t remember my age. I don’t want to do any of the usual milestone things. Alcohol makes me sick(even wine) and gambling does not appeal to me. I want to go to Disneyland and Knott’s Berry Farm with my friends. I hope it happens. I love feeling like a kid.(Of course, if I had a boyfriend I could take him with.)
Oh, and I have always wanted to be younger than what I am. Hey, Kelvin, can I switch your 17 for my 21?
I’m pretty sure I’m 29, but yeah, I forget all the time. And it’s only easy to remember my phone number at the moment because we’ve just had to teach it to our son.
