But have I told you that today is his birthday?
It is. And guess what? He’s absurdly bothered by getting older. Not the whole- “Well, I feel weird turning 25 (or 30, or 40, or whatever) because it seems older than I feel (or because it’s a landmark bday or changes are coming or whatever).”
No. Ever since we were 21, Tom started saying he was done with aging. He would “just stay 21. No more birthdays.”
Twenty-one!? That’s so young! TOO young to care about aging. Every time he complains about age, I tell him that no birthday acknowledgment means no birthday presents. That usually makes him pipe down.
And now he’s 26. HA. It’s out there now, babe. We all know.
So, I guess the thing is that I thought only women cared about the number of years they had accumulated, but lately, I know more and more men who are bothered by age and women who aren’t.
Where do you fall? Is age something you dread? Something you look forward to? Something you think people should be proud of or something they should hide with facelifts?
Oh, and Happy Birthday, Tom!