I am the baby in my family, on the tail end of birthdays in my grade, and live in a ward and with roommates who are older than me. Everyone always seems to like to point out my lack of age.
However, I think I am an old person in a young body. Here’s why:
- I love beets. Isn’t that a food you think of when you think of grandparents?
- I eat dinner at 5 pm.
- I go to bed at nine. I would go earlier if I thought I could get away with it.
- Daily naps? Check. I can’t even stay awake through a movie.
- I like to quilt and journal.
- I can’t work my way around a computer to save my life.
- Sometimes I leave the house and realize my shoes or earrings or mittens don’t match.
- I’ve been told (on multiple occasions, mind you) that I chew like a grandmother.
- I am obsessed with my niece and nephew like old people are obsessed with their grandchildren. I think I manage to tell Pokie a story about Ella and Baby at least every day.
- Quite often, I get halfway through a sentence and forget where it was going. I don’t think I am very much fun to talk to because I usually don’t know what is going on.
- I think old men are the cutest.
- I think I need a hearing aid. If I had a dime for every time I say “WHAT?!” in a day, I would be rolling in the monies.
- I see teenagers and think, “Kids these days….” or “Oh, no! Youths!”
- Reading small print gives me a headache.
- I say things out loud without realizing that other people can hear me.
- I have a basket of old, stale candy at my apartment that I give to people to eat when they come over (the candy; not the basket).
- I love shows like Jeopardy and anything on PBS.
- I secretly like pants that come up to my belly button. I wish suspenders would come back in style.
- My favorite movies are ones made before 1965.
[I think I was born an old lady.]