As I was growing up, I always wanted to be older.
A common thing I assume for a lot of children/teenagers, yes? Perhaps.
I had an age which I assumed would be the idea age. Somewhere in the forties would be nice. Not sure why I thought my forties would be the ideal age but there you go, that is what I wanted.
There is an old Andy Capp cartoon strip (the details of which are a little foggy in my mind) where Andy doesn’t want to go into the pub. He says, “Satan, get behind me!” The next panel shows him saying, “Stop pushing!” as he is apparently pushed into the pub. That is how I now feel about being in my forties.
I was thirty-four a month or so ago and the appeal of being in my forties is decreasing. While before I couldn’t wait, now I can very much wait.
I am not sure what any of this means. It just is.