Do you want to see my ID? No really. You do. Please look at my ID!
There are some moments that define age in your life. You wait for them when you are young and never think you will get to the fun ages without it taking forever. A perfect example of this is the legal age for drinking.
It’s funny how when you turn 21, you smugly show your ID to the bartender or whoever is checking. Gone are the days where you are trying to use a fake license. You have the real thing. Check it out. It’s exciting to see. It’s almost as if you have finally made it.
Life is good.
Eventually, the novelty wears off. Years go by. The license becomes annoying to get out.
Wait, don’t I look 21? Or at least in my 20’s? Please, don’t insult me.
Ugh. It’s a hassle to even get it out of my wallet.
The other day I had friends coming over for a get together. I ran to the store to get last minute things including wine and some beer.
(Some friends can just drink. You know who you are.)
The kid who rang me up…yes, I said kid. He barely looked like he came out of elementary school. Anyway, he rang it all up and gave me the total. Wait a second…
(Disclaimer: This is NOT me)
I have alcohol!!! Don’t you want to see my ID?
Ummmmmmmm. Wait! You are hesitating??? LOOK AT MY ID!!!!!!! I have it right here, hold on!
He looked amused. He had the decency to glance at it just to pacify me probably.
This became a new kind of age defining moment…
It hit me. I may not always look my age but I certainly no longer look under 21 or even 30 for that matter. It may have occurred to me at other times as well ( for example, concerts where I just sound old when I say out loud how I can’t believe what some girls are wearing!). I think the last few years, I have a much younger age frozen in my brain of myself.
What to do with that reality?
1. Go back to the aisle that you got the purchases that helped you realize this and buy more.
2. Wait for the day that your license is useful again such as getting senior citizen discounts.
3. Repeat step 1.