I recently took a Facebook quiz that claimed to assess my mental age. Turns out, I'm 35 years older than I thought I was.Indeed, many of my friends are at least five years my senior, and I find that talking with my contemporaries is, more often than not, socially taxing. People I would have guessed were a decade younger, based on their conversation habits, turn out to be my age or older. Of course, making new friends presents a challenge, since most folks aren't looking to be reminded of their advancing age by being around someone who doesn't (yet) need reading glasses and whose 401K is still 80% invested in stocks.
Does this mean I'm a loser, destined to have a dozen cats and talk to myself while sitting at bus stops? Should I start hanging out at the Senior Center (where, unfortunately, at least two of my friends visit regularly), enroll in a Cane-Fu class and refer to young people as whippersnappers? Or, is there hope for those of us who are caught in time; whose experiences have aged our life filter at an unenviable rate?
I worry that by the time I'm 80 (knock on proverbial wood), there won't be anyone left for me to talk to. Although the AARP and Senior discounts might make up for it.
