A young man (five years younger than I) said to me yesterday, “But of course, I’m younger than you.”
He said it as a dig, to perhaps let me know that he had a better life because he was born later than I was.
I don’t understand this. Never have. So far…I’ve gotten to live more, do more, have more fun, recover from more mistakes, drink more beer, etc than this “young’in.” Why would I mourn this? And as I’ve noticed, there is no guarantee that he will ever get to be my age.
So, as far I’m concerned, I’ve already got to do what he is hoping to get to.
And of course, my advanced years makes me smarter (and wiser) than him also.
