I unconciously started lying about my age after I turned 30 in 2011. Not all the time, but some of the time. It seems to be happening more often though since I recently found out some of my friends thought I was only 27, and not 31. I wondered why they thought that, and it turns out, I told them that! Whoops. I really don’t have a problem with my age. I don’t think I do. Maybe. But Sunday morning makes me wonder. I wake up and start talking to the guy laying next to me. I ask the question, “how old are you?” “21,” he says. “How old are you?” Stifling a laugh/choke, I say, “27”.
Feel free to high five me next time you see me.