I Don’t Feel My Age
I don’t connect with others around my age.
Something I’ve noticed as I’ve gotten older is that I don’t really feel my age. Physically, sure. Got the aches and pains to prove it. Mentally though? Not really. It’s something that’s come to me recently and it’s become something I think about from time to time. Most often when I look at people who I know I’m the same age as I just don’t fully feel like I’m one of them.
It makes sense, honestly. Most people my age, 36 for those curious, have kids. I don’t. It’s both more than that and not, though. While them having kids and my never having had any is certainly a difference, I don’t think it’s the primary reason. Or at least, it isn’t just as simple as they have kids and I don’t. I think it’s a mentality that they have that I don’t. Or the other way around I suppose.
This may sound offensive to the parents reading this but I often feel like people with kids are more… defeated, perhaps? To take care of their kids, many people hang up their unfulfilled dreams and buckle down. While I’ve been making little headway on my own dreams (it’d be good to know what they were, honestly) I at least know that the only thing stopping me is myself.
Parents are also just more mature than I am. Not all of them but a large portion. After all, how can I compare to the mental growth…
