When you’re living in New York: How young is too young to be acting old (staying in, hosting dinner parties, eating a fiber-rich diet) and how old is too old to be acting young (leaving the house for a party at midnight, drinking beer at a venue that uses plastic cups instead of glasses, hustling work)?
And if one clocks in at either end of age-inappropriate activity spectrum, is it a sign of weakness or a victory of self-assurance? Or is it just sad?
Definitely a victory. I was amazed when I hit 30 years old last year. “Haven’t I been in my 30s for quite some time now?” I wondered. Apparently I was just “ahead of my time,” which sounds nicer than “I’m a boring person who never lived the prime of my life to the limits.”
Yes, likewise I was in my 30s far too early on, so a period of regression ensued sometime during the late 20s back to the teen years. Now I’m just confused, as though I’m in my “progressive years.” Uh-oh.