I’m 53, but I feel like I’m 30.
Actually, that’s kinda/sorta bullshit. I feel every bit of my 53 years, but I act like I’m 30. Or, is it 27? 32?
The whole age reference thing is an odd mind-game we play on ourselves, and seems like its picked up steam over the last decade. It’s gotta be a vain, baby-boomer thing. We’re all getting up there, and we really don’t wanna talk about it, so we mask it with psycho-babble. 50 is the new 40. 60 is the new 50…
53 is the new 53.