Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Age Alzheimers...How old am I??
A few weeks ago I met someone who grew up in the town where I graduated high school. Someone, who was clearly younger than I.
As we spoke, she asked about people I may know and politely asked how old I was. The number rolled off my tongue so naturally... as if it were truth...
Without any thought, I said - "I'm 37"
"Oh, me too! I don't remember you from high school. What year did you graduate?"
Then I started to think....How could she be my age??? Was she some sort of a prodigy or something?? She looked equally confused when I gave her the year I graduated. Then I realized the number I'd just rattled off. The number that is 10 years younger than my actual age...
Ummm humina, humina, humina.... Did I say 37??
There it is... Age Alzheimers. The point in your life where your brain decides, "Hey - this is a nice number, I think I'll plant myself here." It's the number that rolls off your tongue so gently, it feels like fact. That is until people look at you as if you have four heads, or think mannnnn, it's been a bumpy ride for you, huh?? 37??? Wow!
You can't reel it back in. You can't stop it and most of the time, you don't even know it's out there. And then the correction....
Sorry, I meant 47. Ohhhh, 47 - that's more like it. I think my Mom's 47.
I'm exaggerating, of course - these are the thoughts that run through my head when I realize I've created my very own face palm moment during my age Alzheimer's.
Truth, I'm OK with my age. At least at this particular second. Last birthday, I was none too pleased - but it beats the alternative, right?
Remind me of this on my next birthday, or the next time you hear me rattling off some outlandish number believing it's real...
Meh, who cares?
37, 47, 57... just a number, right?
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