a reply to: zinc12
I am thirty years of age.
I was recently standing about smoking cigarettes in the beer garden of my local pub, when a trio of fellows in their early twenties staggered into
the beer garden, also there to smoke whilst drinking their chosen beverages. The spied me, and approached me, and we struck up conversation on a few
topics, music, film, politics, and so on. During the conversation, one of them asked how old I was.
This is not unusual, as I have grey at my temples, and in twin shocks either side of my formidable mane of hair. I told them my age, at which all
three expressed significant surprise, and much banter ensued. As I was approaching the end of my cigarette, the lads huddled together and then broke,
and one of them turned to me, and spoke thusly:
"I do not want to be patronising, but me and the lads all agree, that you are a cool dude, and we wanted you to know that."
I was, of course, taken aback, because it's not often that a) the group think mentality of human beings is quite so obvious on the micro scale as it
is on the macro scale, and b) because I am unused to be told such things by acquaintances made so recently as those. I went inside shortly after
receiving praise from the striplings, and continued to consume beverages.
Later on in the evening, whilst playing pool in the upstairs of the bar with a friend of mine, the trio from before emerged from the stairwell,
literally in a triangular formation, two following the one ahead. In the hand of the lad at the front of this three pointed form, was a rum and Coke,
my particular tipple of choice, as ably demonstrated in my avatar. The lads approached me, and as they neared, the lad at the tip of the spear
detached himself from his fellows, and came forward. He handed me the glass, and said "this is from myself and the lads. We are off now, but we wanted
to buy you a drink...rock on dude!"
Now, I am not used to being referred to as cool by what amounts to perfect strangers, nor am I at all used to being given the rock star treatment,
simply because I am older than a group of random bar patrons. Was it patronising in some way to be treated such? Probably, but really? They bought me
a drink, and I drank it.
I have never yet been in a situation where being older than someone caused me to feel like they treated me poorly because of it. I have however been
treated like a simpleton because I was below the age that people assumed I was.
I am often mistaken for being older, owing to my greying hair, beard, and the amount of stress that has etched itself into the grain of my soul,
accessed through the window of my eyes. My attitude is this. I do not age. I level up.