30 March 2007
A curveball from Scott Adams:
I've observed that everyone has a permanent age that appears to be set at birth. For example, I've always been 42 years old. I was ill-suited for being a little kid, and didn't enjoy most kid activities. By first grade I knew I wanted to be an adult, with an established career, car, house and a decent tennis game. I didn't care for my awkward and unsettled twenties. And I'm not looking forward to the rocking chair. If I could be one age forever, it would be 42.
When I ask people about their permanent age, they usually beg it off by saying they don't have one. But if you press, you always get an answer. And the age they pick won't surprise you. Some people are kids all their lives. They will admit they are 12 years old. Other people have always had senior citizen interests and perspectives. If you're 30 years old in nominal terms, but you love bingo and you think kids should stop wearing those big baggy pants and listening to hip-hop music, your permanent age might be 60.
The number for me, I think, is 16. It's not that I feel the passions of youth rushing through me, or that I'm energetic to the point of being indefatigable, at the expense of taking care of business: it's simply that I have never quite gotten out of the mindset that everything that has happened up to now is merely prologue, and that "real life," whatever that may be, is still somewhere in the ill-defined future, despite the fact that I have an actual job and an actual mortgage and two children quite a bit older than sixteen.
That said, though, I'm secure enough in my teenaged self to tell those damn kids to get off my lawn.Posted at 2:27 PM to General Disinterest