When Did I Become the Old Guy?
There is the funny thing that I have noticed in my life lately: youngsters are calling me “sir”. Now some might be shocked that I have been around young people who have manners, but that isn’t my point. I can’t believe I’ve gotten to a place where I’m not viewed as being young by someone who is young.
You see, in my mind I still view myself as an energetic 28-year-old. Barring a few aches and pains I see myself as being instantly ready for full-court basketball. Or possibly a wrestling match. Or even 54 holes of golf. I’m ready to conquer the world. Jump in a car at any moment for a last-minute road trip.
And then my mental self-image is crushed with a “Thank you sir.” or “Sir, would you like XXX.”
And it is at that moment that my mind begins to compare and it is in that moment that the comparison falls woefully short. I am no longer 28 years old. I can no longer play 54 holes of golf in one day. I cannot play full-court basketball. And I’m okay with that. I’ve adjusted over the years to my life and I have peace with my life and where it is headed.
I guess it is a little difficult to admit that I am no longer young and cannot do the things I did in my youth. I don’t have a problem with not being young so why does it sting a little to be called “sir”?
“It takes a long time to become young.” Pablo Picasso