Talking about in my face!! Not a single day goes by where I don't have to consider an age gap between myself and others. No, ladies, I'm not talking about watching the teiny, weiny, yellow polka-dot bikini walking past me in public. Oh no...I'm talking about those subtly dropped hints at what others think about my age.
I get it. I'm not in college anymore. This ain't my first rodeo even though I do kinda wish it was. Every day at work is spent with elderly people being reminded of how young I am. A 90 year old woman looks at me every single day like I'm an idiot for constantly reminding her to lock her wheelchair brakes (like some young punk) when really it's not my fault you're a fall risk and FORGETFUL!! I have to consider if "roller skates" were called "roller shoes" when they first came out because she was well into adulthood when that happened or if that is her expressive aphasia kicking in. I have to come home to a group of neighbors who are married with children and about 2 decades older than me OR to a group of college age interns who chuckle with the I-Blacked-Out-Last-Night-Maaaannnn conversation.
Being completely candid on that last thought actually....I personally love it when someone in the group is like "Oh you have a Master's? How old are you?" Then when I answer a mere "26" I get a droopage of the mouth, eyes at the ground, "Oh." and then they simply move on like it was never mentioned. Is it that bad, World?
At the age of 26, should I feel on edge? Like if I don't get in gear towards some next more grown up step soon, I'll begin accumulating cats that I have to feed milk out of pie pans because they multiply too quickly for my brittle bones to gather dishes of increasing size.
I get it. I'm not in college anymore. This ain't my first rodeo even though I do kinda wish it was. Every day at work is spent with elderly people being reminded of how young I am. A 90 year old woman looks at me every single day like I'm an idiot for constantly reminding her to lock her wheelchair brakes (like some young punk) when really it's not my fault you're a fall risk and FORGETFUL!! I have to consider if "roller skates" were called "roller shoes" when they first came out because she was well into adulthood when that happened or if that is her expressive aphasia kicking in. I have to come home to a group of neighbors who are married with children and about 2 decades older than me OR to a group of college age interns who chuckle with the I-Blacked-Out-Last-Night-Maaaannnn conversation.
Being completely candid on that last thought actually....I personally love it when someone in the group is like "Oh you have a Master's? How old are you?" Then when I answer a mere "26" I get a droopage of the mouth, eyes at the ground, "Oh." and then they simply move on like it was never mentioned. Is it that bad, World?
At the age of 26, should I feel on edge? Like if I don't get in gear towards some next more grown up step soon, I'll begin accumulating cats that I have to feed milk out of pie pans because they multiply too quickly for my brittle bones to gather dishes of increasing size.
Le Sigh
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