Wait, What Year Is It?

It’s an odd thing, but sometimes your brain just gets stuck when it comes to time reference points. Time marches inexorably on, but somehow your brain never quite gets the memo. Or maybe it’s a matter of ages.

It took me years to get past the point where someone would say, “She’s fourteen” and my immediate reaction would be “Oh, I’m fourteen, too.” Either way, it’s always pretty shocking when you’re forced to do the math and to realize that it’s not the year 2000, you’re not fourteen years old, and pretty soon you’re going to be old enough that people on the bus will give up their seats for you. I guess being old has its perks.