Growing up, I’d often hear the term “3 score years and ten” bandied about to denote the span of time us humans get here on Earth. It’s odd because we know that most people live far longer but it’s Biblical so unreasonably it’s held on in people’s psyches for far longer than is healthy.
As a small boy, I’d often look at people who probably weren’t much older than 20 years of age but who seemed like ageing giants to me. 20 seemed a long way away and 40 was positively ancient. In a week’s time I’ll be 35 and halfway through going by the archaic prior reference.
I actually feel old. I have some deep lines appearing around my eyes, my skin has taken on a rougher texture, I’m currently sporting a full beard and my nose hair has taken on a life of its own. My right knee aches and several joints click so much it’s like my body’s housing a miniature maracas band!
By the time I’ve got a boyfriend and I’m out there getting ‘a bit of bummage’ as they say I’ll have more hair on my back than on my bloody head and that’s enough to quench even the most fervent ardour isn’t it? It’s all so depressing. Still, things could be worse, I could be 40. Oh joy, that’s the next milestone isn’t it?
