I know that when you’re young, there are things you don’t know you don’t know. And you won’t know about those things until you’re older. However, there are a great number of things that I believe that I know or am aware of now that won’t be news to me later.
I’m not entirely sure why, but I have a tendency to find myself hanging around people older than myself, let it be two years, ten years or thirty years older. Maybe it’s because hanging around younger people makes me feel uncomfortable. But that’s a whole other can of worms.
The thing about hanging out with people older than me is that they, without fail, always point out how young I am. I’ve recently had my age called “cute.”
“You’re only twenty-five? How cute!”
No. Wrong. You were twenty-five once too and I doubt you ran around for a year feeling precious.
I can appreciate that I’m young and I’ve got a whole mess of living ahead of me. And I can appreciate that the time is going to fly by. I understand that I’ll never be younger than I am right now ever again and that that will forever be true.
What I cannot appreciate are people telling me all of these things just because they’re older.
“No, you don’t understand. The next ten years are going to fly by. You’ll see when you’re older.”
Oh, yeah? Don’t patronize me because of my age.
I’m doing the best I can right now. I’m living. And I’m keeping in mind that it wouldn’t take much for it all to be over in a blink.
“Older” doesn’t necessarily imply “wiser.”