Getting old has been on my mind lately. Not so much that I'm worried about it, but I've been curious if I look my age, or older, or younger. I really have no idea. I've also noticed that my husband and I trade a lot of self-deprecating wise-cracks about how we're aging (i.e. gray hairs popping through, etc.) So it got me wondering if my lack of anxiety over aging is actually just a sign of my denial.
We all know by now that the Boomers refuse to age - even if they're bodies are fighting them on this one. But I've had this theory for a long time that Xers don't really care about getting old - they just don't want to lose their "coolness." And if you are an Xer like me who has lost her coolness, you convince yourself that knowing you're not cool is actually cool. Gen Xers like to think they're irreverent.
So I wonder what kind of old person I will be. I like to think my husband and I will be jamming to Motley Crue with our buddies in some senior complex that includes "Vista" in the title. But that doesn't mean I won't be yelling at you to get off my lawn, either.
I could so have written this post. Mr. Nonymous and I have this conversation all the time. At least we still remember that we've talked about it before.
I think you look younger.
It makes me feel old that they're re-making music from "my day", yet sometimes I like the remake. (case in point: Seether's version of "Careless Whisper" though the rock treatment makes the lyrics sound even more ridiculous).
What does that say about me and my aging?
Obviously, we'll outlive the Boomers and invent all the technologies used by the Millennials, yet get credit for neither... because we are the Sherpa generation!
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