I remember being 11 or 12 and watching TV and seeing a commercial for thirtysomething. Remember that show? It was on in the late eighties/early nineties. I never watched it. I was too young. The only thing I remember is watching a commercial and thinking, What a dumb show. Who would want to watch a show all about old people?
Today I realized, those “old people” are my people. I’m not sure when or how it happened, but those are my people.
Geric’s birthday is today and we were talking about how he’s 34 now and how he is officially in his mid-thirties, which made me think of that show. And then it hit me that he’s in his mid-thirties. Like, for reals. The next thing you know he’ll be in his late-thirties and then he’ll be… gulp… forty! (And I’m not that far behind!)
I know. By no means is thirtysomething old. So, if you’re reading this and you’re fiftysomething or sixtysomething, I don’t think you’re old. It’s just that, and I know this sounds really, really stupid, but I never thought I would actually be in my mid-thirties. I didn’t think I would die young or anything, it just felt unattainable. When my teachers would give us the journal topic “Describe what your life will be like when you’re 30” it fell into the same category as “What would you do with a million dollars?” It just won’t ever happen, but I’ll pretend like it will and tell you what it would be like in this little fantasyland you’re referring to. It was always too far away. But look, here she is smiling right in my mirror with crow’s feet, dark circles under her eyes, and the occasional strange dark hair sprouting out of her chin.
What’s really weird is that I don’t feel like I’m any different than I was 12 years ago when I was 20. I mean, I’m married and have kids, but I still feel like me. I don’t walk around all hunched over, holding my side, and moaning, “Oh, my achin’ back!” But I don’t think that really happens until fiftysomething, right? I feel like if there was a new thirtysomething and my friends and I were the cast, teens wouldn’t think we were old people, right? But I guess they kinda would… and that really trips me out! Because wasn’t I just a teen, like yesterday?
I’m not even sure how I feel about the whole aging process. So far it’s just happened, without much thought on my part. Yes, the physical qualities are less than stellar. Too many of my friends are talking about getting Botox… so not kidding. But I guess the whole maturing and gaining wisdom with age is pretty cool.
I don’t know. I guess that was a lot of rambling.
Do you feel your age?