I was at dinner at Brit’s Pub last night, and I stopped short when the realization hit me that the “businessmen” sitting next to me didn’t look old enough to drink. Brit’s on a Tuesday isn’t exactly the time all the young singles hit the bar, so I was taken aback.

Because it hit me that I’m no longer able to assume most people are my age. I’m at least 5 years older than them, maybe even 10.

Then today, I get another dose of old-feeling: I am filling out an online form that requires a birthday, and the default is 1984. That meant I had to scroll to find my birth year (1973).

I still get carded, so I guess that’s some consolation.

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