During adolescence and late into my teens I anxiously awaited the day until I could confidently say, “I’m a grown A$$ woman”. But it was only in my early twenties that I learned that Aaliyah may have had a point when she sassily serenaded, “Age ain’t nothing but a number.” Age without experience is somewhat irrelevant. And while the law may deem you an adult on paper and endow you with privileges like voting, purchasing alcohol, being allowed entrance into bars and clubs, and basically having to answer to no one else but yourself, nowhere is there a handbook that details how to navigate all of the responsibility that comes with those privileges. As a teenager if I knew that a tart side of responsibility came with that privilege platter, I might not have been in such a rush to reach my eighteenth birthday.
Something funny happens when you reach your late twenties. As you and your friends start to approach that milestone of the almighty “thirty-years” your lives start to take distinct directions, peers start to reach significant points in their personal and professional lives and you may start to feel like you still haven’t left the starting mark. Increasingly you may find yourself in situations where the instinct is to fib a bit so that you appear a few years younger than you really are if not for the fear of aging, then to avoid the judgment you think comes with feeling that you haven’t achieved what you had hoped to by a certain age.
It’s no secret that our society is obsessed with youth, but why do we place such significant emphasis on age when determining a person’s experience level, successes or failures? I guess when it comes to certain situations, age is a good way to gauge what to expect from someone’s behavior, but most of the time age isn’t as good as a determining factor as maturity level and experience.
What’s your take on the part age plays in the following life situations?