working and stuff
I discovered something interesting tonight, I'm at work and my client lives in a house with multiple multiple generations of family around her. The family has adopted many children from Guatemala some are family by blood or paper work, while others are family through love. It's a very neat environment. Anywho while speaking to the only biological son, who speaks fluent spanish and of course english, I brought up that I was in school.
"Oh yeah? Masters level or bachelors?" he asked.
"Bachelors, I'm young"
"Really? How young?" Inquisitively shocked obviously.
"21."
"Wow, that is young." And he simply walked off.
What I found interesting was when I stated that I was 21 I almost didn't believe it myself. It was as if I was trying to sneak something by him, cover up the not existent wrinkles on my face, or be sure that he didn't come across my driver's license. It was such an odd feeling, this guilt stricken lie that wasn't even dishonest. I rarely say my age, and keep it simple, by saying I'm young. But when I verbalized this unbelievably low number, I thought I was lying. Even stopped myself to do the math, did I miss a birthday? No. I'm 21 years old.
I never realized that not only mentally do I feel a good five years older, but even emotionally I'm tied to this idea. My stomach clench proved it tonight. I don't know what this new attachment to age is discovering other than how does one displace themselves so easily from their birth date, even at the age of 21 (still odd to write). I could understand a 45 year old lying about their age for 7 years and still holding strong to the ripe young age of 38, but a 21 year old, odd, very odd.
"Oh yeah? Masters level or bachelors?" he asked.
"Bachelors, I'm young"
"Really? How young?" Inquisitively shocked obviously.
"21."
"Wow, that is young." And he simply walked off.
What I found interesting was when I stated that I was 21 I almost didn't believe it myself. It was as if I was trying to sneak something by him, cover up the not existent wrinkles on my face, or be sure that he didn't come across my driver's license. It was such an odd feeling, this guilt stricken lie that wasn't even dishonest. I rarely say my age, and keep it simple, by saying I'm young. But when I verbalized this unbelievably low number, I thought I was lying. Even stopped myself to do the math, did I miss a birthday? No. I'm 21 years old.
I never realized that not only mentally do I feel a good five years older, but even emotionally I'm tied to this idea. My stomach clench proved it tonight. I don't know what this new attachment to age is discovering other than how does one displace themselves so easily from their birth date, even at the age of 21 (still odd to write). I could understand a 45 year old lying about their age for 7 years and still holding strong to the ripe young age of 38, but a 21 year old, odd, very odd.