The other day I told someone I was 26 and they were surprised. She thought I was 23. Nice I know. But after a minute my pleasure dimmed as I realized something. I’m now old enough to be happy when someone thinks I’m younger than I am.
4 years ago someone said I looked 28 and I was thrilled.
We spend our youth trying to look older; at what point do we swing the other way?
Apparently at age 26. Le sigh.