do we really look THAT young?
Bryant and I are constantly mistaken for people about a decade younger than we really are. Today a stranger asked Bryant, “Hey are you the fellow who just got back from his mission?” Hah, no. Because that would make him around 21 years old, and he’s turning 31 next month.
Every time I see a particular woman who lives nearby, she tells me that she once again mistook me for a 15-year old as I approached.
Really? Why would you tell me that? More over, why would you tell me that every time I see you?
Yes, yes, I know “I’ll love it when I’m 50.”
But you know what? I’m not 50. I’m just a week shy of 25, not 15. And even though I’ve gotten quite good at laughing it off, it’s still the slightest bit insulting to constantly be thought of as a teenager. I graduated from college over two years ago. I have a bachelors in economics. And I’m married for goodness sake.
Thankfully, people who actually know me by more than just sight don’t mistake me for a teenager, and they certainly know I don’t act like one (all the time). But even so, every now and then I get the sense that I’m not being taken seriously. And it bugs. Sometimes I can’t wait for saggy skin and wrinkles.
Mmm, actually on second thought, I can.
Category: for my amusement, if i ruled the world, quirks 4 comments »
November 9th, 2009 at 11:40 pm
You’ll be happy when you are forty. (Or you’ll be annoyed until you’re forty….) Meanwhile, I will still probably be confused for one of my students. And for the record, I will probably be choosing the “annoyed” route.
November 12th, 2009 at 10:54 am
Just an fyi,
your blog is bomb to read.
the end.
November 17th, 2009 at 6:48 pm
Hi Kelly! At least you don’t get mistaken as your husband’s daughter – that’s really frustrating!
November 17th, 2009 at 7:35 pm
Eeh, Bonnie! I’m so sorry! That would suck. You win. ;)