I have a question that has been bothering since I woke up this morning. It’s not a question that is easy to answer nor is it a question that has been posed to be by others. It’s a difficult question nonetheless – when did I get old?
I don’t feel old mind you; in my mind I am still the spritely young man I was when I graduated college and entered the works force but I catch myself doing old people things. For example:
- I get upset when I see people wearing hats in restaurants
- Yesterday I asked my wife, “When did women start wearing pants with holes in the knees become a thing?” Her response was “You live under a rock.”
- I sometimes wear Khaki pants
- I find myself criticizing my children for their taste in music
- I say things to the younger people in my office like, “You don’t know how good you have it. Back in my day, I had to check crosstabs with a ruler and a pencil.”
- I wake up my kids by saying, “Rise and shine.”
- I’ve been known to grab a handful of the free mints that some restaurants leave on a table near an exit
- “Because I said so” would be in a large and bold font in the center of a word cloud visualizing the phrases I repeat most often to my children
- I frequently point out problems but fail to provide solutions
- And the piece de resistance – I keep a blog about a girl whose incessant talking on the phone in public bothers me to no end
So there you have it ladies and gentlemen of the jury; ten pieces of evidence that I have become an old man. For the life of me, I cannot pinpoint when exactly this happened or why this happened. Perhaps it’s like the lesson learned by the Velveteen Rabbit; you just become (old). But like the old Oil of Olay ad which had a model stating; “I don’t want to grow old gracefully, I intend to fight it every step of the way,” I intend to fight my premature aging. I am now challenging myself to engage an 8 point plan to bring back my youth. I will…
- Be more open to youth culture, even if it means seeing twenty somethings wearing winter hats in restaurants in the middle of the summer and women who wear holey clothes
- Become more open minded in the way other people dress
- Be more modern in the way I dress
- Be more open to my children’s music (except One Direction. I fucking hate One Direction.)
- Make my kids set their own alarms so I am not tempted to say, “Rise and Shine” at 6:15 every morning
- Take no more than three mints from the basket
- Attempt to explain myself before jumping to “Because I said so”
- Not criticize anything without being prepared to make a recommendation for how to improve it
I will do all of these things, but I won’t give up The Trains of Our Lives; it’s just too damn funny.