I came to a realization the other day that I found rather disturbing. It started as I watched the classy show “Love in the wild” (don’t judge). Jenny McCarthy is the host, and I gotta say I think she looks really good. I commented on that to The Captain, and we decided to look into how old she actually is. For some reason when she was on singled out I felt like she was older. Much older than me I should say. But now that I know she’s almost 40 I realize that she isn’t “old”….just “older”. That’s when I began to think more about it. Wow! Now that I am getting older…I realize that older doesn’t necessarily mean old anymore!
How old do you think Angelina Jolie is? Movie star…married to Brad Pitt….50 million kids? THIRTY SEVEN! Let’s be honest here…I’m 32…that’s only 5 years older than me. Doesn’t it just feel like she is a lot older? Is it just me?
I love hanging out with my parents and their friends. They know how to have a good time and I can only hope I can be the same when I get “older”. But as a kid parents seem old…now as an adult…older isn’t old anymore. Weird right?
The older you get the less of an importance age becomes. The difference between a 10 year old and a 20 year old is HUGE….a 20 to 30 is a little less, and 30-40 even less. Odd how that works huh?
Weird where my mind goes sometimes huh?
Ok…random thought over…