Ego-Boost

Over the last couple of days, while fighting with a terminal sense-of-humour failure, I have had one small ego-boost, which was much needed.

While demonstrating the new system I’m working on to a group of people in the office, my own details came up, including my age. And all of the people in the demonstration expressed serious surprise that I was nearly 37 (this time next month, in fact). And no, that didn’t mean they all thought I was older.

Without prompting, they had all said they thought I was – at most – in my very early thirties. And only one person thought that – the rest said 30 on the dot.

It’s funny, though – back when I was eighteen or so, everyone then thought I was about thirty, too. OK, so I usually take that as meaning “You look fuck-rough“, people’s perceptions of my age have stuck at thirty. What used to be (almost) insulting is now a compliment.

How weird is that?