I work in an office where at least half of the staff are young enough to be my children. Now, I'm not all that old. 44 is not ancient, but hey. My oldest daughter is 20. My co-worker across from me is 23. There are others in the office just as young or just a few years older.
I want to tell them not to act too smug. I don't feel old, most days. I want to warn them that those 20 odd years flew by. That one day, they too will wake up and look at their forty-year-old self in the mirror and wonder what the hell happened to 30. Holy crap! Ima getting old.
I actually told one of them at the Christmas party last night that he was too young to be married. Maybe it was the mexican martini's talking but damn, these kids seem so much like, well, kids.
Maybe its just that they're so close in age to my own kids that it scares me a little to think that they too will soon be out in the world. I'm not sure the world is ready for them. Hell, I'm not sure I'm ready.
So, while I don't now nor have I really ever thought 40 was old, every now and then I look around the office and wonder...
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I'm in my late twenties and I get hit on buy a guy who's just a couple years younger than my mother quite a bit. Sort of creepy. Most of my friends are older than I am, so I find myself talking about "kids" who are really just a few years younger than me. Sort of strange when I sit back and think about it. Oh well.
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