Thinking ahead to my next real blog post, I’m just now writing down the things I learned at the CA traffic class I took yesterday. One thing I was reminded of at the class that has nothing whatsoever to do with driving correctly is that whenever I see a person who’s about my age (51), I pretty much never think of myself as the same age as that person. Instead, I always automatically think the same thing about them that I would have thought about them when I was much younger, which is, “That person is so much older than I they can’t possibly relate to anything in my life.”
Then I remember I am the age of the person about whom I’m thinking that.
Apparently in some organic/instinctive/stupid sense, I’m always going to be, to me, twenty-two years old.