A kid with whom I work guessed my age last week.
I don’t remember the reason for this guessing game. I believe the whole conversation started when I mentioned to him that his father wanted to triple check my age, when I went in for a medical check. I had thought that his son might have had something to do with this question being repeated one “three” many times.
The kid thought I was 45 years old. A good decade older than I actually am.
I am not usually bothered about my age. But this time, I obviously was. I was also annoyed that I could no longer pride myself in not being bothered about how old I looked, or bothering about how I looked in general.
(I grew up thinking I was an ugly kid which continued to my late 20s, where I believed I was not physically. From 28 to this date, I was content not bothering about how my face looked, until of course the guessing game happened.)
Anyways, conclusion for the day being:
- I discover about myself on a daily basis
- I need to stop analysing what a 21 year old says.
- I could (maybe) refer the kid to get his specs checked. (But, I won’t.)