the honest answer to this is that my birthday is next month so my brain has just decided i’m 25 now. i’m not. i’m 24. could i fix that typo?? i sure could. am i going to?? i’m sure not.
Here’s a fun fact for all the younguns out there: once you hit about 23 or 24 you literally start forgetting how old you are. Your brain decides it’s more a general range of ages you could possibly be. I have once or twice had to count back to my birth year to make sure I was remembering correctly. It’s all very alarming.
how many times have i been asked my age by a doctor or official of some sort and replied, “how old am i? how old am i. well, i will tell you!! i will…tell you how old that i am. i am…more than twenty. i was born in ’91, which makes me…more…than–aha! twenty-four!! yes. i am twenty-four.”
I’m 30. I periodically think I am 25, which I am pretty sure I did not do when I was actually 25.
I’ve answered “forty” for the past 3 years. I’m actually 37.
I like this approach ^ Normalize it before you get to the big 4-oh!