I noticed this article in the Guardian this morning. It’s essentially about ageing and one’s attitude to it.
I generally like to think I have a fairly young outlook on life but two things keep intervening -i.e. the wrinkly grey haired reflection staring back from the mirror, and of course the involuntary reactionary outbursts at the world around me.
I’m not quite sure how long I’ve been coming out with conversation themed on the relative price of goods, the relative quality of music and the relative attitude of teenagers in the time-frame from 1976 to present but it has been a while.
That apart I am genuinely shocked when I see people that I was at school with. I’ll see people I maybe haven’t seen for 20-25 years and think “Christ! they look old and done. Thank goodness I don’t look as old as that!” Safe and secure in the knowledge that they of course will not be remotely thinking the same as they look back at me.
The thing that really shocks me is the way that some have so readily succumbed to the trappings of middle age. I mean perhaps religiously dressing one’s self from Marks and Spencers or ordering a pair of vinyl shoes (stylish! comfortable!) from the classifieds in the Daily Express.
I saw an old classmate the other day. He was clothed almost entirely in a shade somewhere between beige and misty buff. A baldy heid, and pepper moustache and accompanying grandchild topped off the image. He looked about 80 but was in fact around 53
And yet I find myself looking at Volvos and Hondas as a possible means of transport. I’ve also become increasingly aware of advertising for funeral expenses, Saga Holidays and cheaper car insurance for the decrepit.
Going back to the Guardian article, they ask how old you are and how old you feel.
I am of course 35 but I feel much younger than that.
How about you?