Tonight the owner lady at the Pub I go to asked me how I old I was, which I thought was a strange question seeing as how I'm always there at least once a week but usually more like two or three times. Well anywho I answered her question truthfully, "twenty-one," which is, of course, two years older than I would need to be to drink there. Then out of no where she said "Oh, you look sixteen to me."
That raised a whole bunch of (unasked) questions, including "If I'm sixteen, you realize I've been coming to your pub since I was fourteen, right lady?" Regardless of the questions, the child in me was immediately insulted by the gross underestimation of my age. The adult in me did have this to say though "Five years huh? That moisturizer must REALLY be working."
Then the child and adult realized that they were living in me simultaneously, and then I realized that there is no child, or adult, just me and I blacked out for a couple minutes from confusion. It's normal for a child to want to be older, and an adult to want to be younger, but apparently there is no age I can be content with. Sixteen is both a comment and an insult. This duality must explain why I do things that are so irrational, like lick my mobile phone, which I did today, for no reason other than I had nothing better to do.
I was under the impression that things became easier to understand as you got older. Apparently not. I'm off to bed, if I can get enough sleep, maybe I'll look fifteen tommorow.
Keep on Trangling, unless of course you're to 'mature' to Trangle,
Anthony
2 comments:
Hey you know. I somehow forgot what this blog post was about.
Oh yeah, the pub owner. I think my mom must own that pub...she is just as out of it. Perhaps she does not even recognize you - that is what I would have assumed. Always makes you feel good, doesn't it?
You also have to keep in mind when you hit 30 people in their early 20s and late teens suddenly seem impossibly young. I like to think I look young for my age, but I realize I do not have the same youthfulness I did when I actually go to the local college and feel old and out of place.
I'll try to keep that in my mind before I bitch slap someone for misjudging my age next time. Thanks for the nice flashforward to my 30's of forgetfulness and awkward campus strolls.
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