Which made me think. And I came up with, the age I am now. 33.
Thats a brilliant age. And I will tell you why.
I hated being a kid. It was lousy, having a scummy upbringing doesnt help but I absolutely hated growing up. I hated going to school, I hated going home, everything about it was horrible. I hated being the shortest kid. Always was I picked on because I was small. I hated having to work my backside off for a poxy £1 a week doing a weeks worth of housework while the spoilt kids at school got over £10 a week for doing sod all !
I hated the teenage years. Acne, my face was horrid because of that, it took a dermatologist to sort it out. Every other week I was at the doctors and the the cack he gave me, always different, always ineffective, and always one ugly fecker because of spots. And so I was referred to a dermatologist, where I was prescribed horse tablets called Roaccutane. Now the list of side effects on these sodding things were almost endless. I was fortunate, I just suffered from the nose bleeds. As well as this I was old enough to work, I was old enough to take driving lessons, I was old enough to pay my own bills, but hell, I wasn't old enough to get p!ssed ! So as I say I hated my teenage years also.
Then I get to my twenties. People say when you reach 21 thats it, life flies by. Its true, it does. Because when your in your twenties, you look at life. You look at what you have achieved so far, you look at your job, and you hate it. You look at your life, you hate it. Its not enough. You then spend the next few years trying to decide where to go from here. And before you know it your approaching your late twenties. And then the depression really kicks in. Your getting to thirty.
Your life is stuck, you cannot change it. You have spent the last few years thinking about it and look what good that has done. Your now 28/29, droning through life and now the real depression kicks in. You have to adapt now. Your not a kid, your not a teenager, you are an adult. You now have that respect you have been craving for all your life, people take you seriously now, people actually listen to you. But your old. And to top it off, you are approaching 30. The grey hairs are coming through, you are sounding as grumpy as your parents, hell, you are even telling the same kind of stories that go along the lines of "when I was your age....", the depression kicks in. You really do sit back and think "what have I done with my life?"
But then you get to 30. Depressions over. Your going grey and so you deal with it. In my case, no just for men or any other kind of pansy hair dye or vanity doo dah. With age comes experience, you have answers for everything. You have been there done that. You adopt the attitude of "its not my problem". I'm no longer worried about getting old, I went through that at 28. I'm no longer worried about disappointment, I have kids, and as many with kid(s) will tell you, they will disappoint you.
I am now at the perfect age. All I can do now is just get older and enjoy the little enjoyments that come with this age.
Oh and apparently, according to QI 17 is the perfect age !
But thats just my take on things, what's your perfect age and why?
