Age & the #

April 7, 2008 at 10:02 am 1 comment

If I were asked “what does being old—er mean to you?”, I’d say it’s having most of the people you see in the street be either same age or younger than you. The reverse used to be true when I was a teenager (and in most of my early 20s)! Everybody else was older, back then. And I was one of those smart little things who was called over whenever there was a problem with the “PC monster” (which everybody believed was either an Ali-Amoudi handiwork or related to the fatal number 666; or a bit of both), whose smart little saying created mirth and all sorts of “hukata”s; whose errors were easy to fix, and were always forgiven.
Nowadays…..not so much :-).
Trousers & young-er people! That’s all you seem to be seeing these days. I’m talking about the reality in streets, ofcourse. When it comes to the office, it’s a different story. The exact opposite, even. Not, unfortunately, seeing same age or older people abounding. It’s rather seeing all those older, same age and sometimes younger folks suddenly growing more young, if the number can tell you anything, by the day! 35+s, going 32. 32’s going 28. 28s holding onto their 28 years old “record” for as long as 4 consecutive years (as in “28 years old – the sequel” kind of thing) And every woman, except for precious few, generally lying about her age.
This tendency of my colleagues (and some of my fellow university students) of going younger by the day, and not metaphorically, is more noticeable among those that are single. The longer a colleague remained single, it seems, the more the chances are of her age bar taking a dive. It’s like they are trying to build an age “giDib” until that significant “he” finds his way into their lives. Ket’ro maQoyet, gedibo meyaz, edme maQor :-). Trying to hold the “flood” at bay to save as much “soil” as possible, to use a farming language (& no “shimuut” intended).
For those of you wondering, or “wuust awaQi negn baay”:-):- I’ve been a single gal waiting for the one to come knocking, too, true! (although I never referred to him as “the one”, and never thought there was only one person for me, or you. There are as many ‘ones’ out there as you are willing to work at it with. Some deserving, others not that much!). But never lied about my age even when my husband-to-be was a lot of years younger than me. Wait a minute! I have lied about his age :-)).
There is no doubt of truth existing to the theory that people who lie about their age, just as people who cheat on their grades and guys who show off their boss’s car as their own (and let’s not forget women who get pregnant so object of affection could decide to tie the knot… on himself?! :-)) a feeling of shame is involved. For the single gal who has hit 30 with no prospect of walking down the isle, it may be the embarrassment of having not accomplished the urban “Siket” myth every girl is certain she is adorable enough to achieve- “adorable” being the operative word: of getting married at 25, bearing a boy and a girl before turning 32, and being a grandma before you retire (if not before menopause sets in). Age, after all, is more than a number! It is a tool by which your “success” and “failures” are measured. (As the many delusions of my many relatives and friends who couldn’t understand why i didn’t get married before I did could bear witness for). So the more unsuccessful to score you feel in the various fields of life you are expected to score, the younger you try to remain hoping when you finally get there, your age would catch up with you too.
Nothing wrong or malicious about it, either! For, after all, who hasn’t told a little white lie about something they wish they could have changed about their lives were they [more] in control of their fate?! But at the end of the day, after having made somebody else’s success their own and shown off either the car or the husband, do these people shamefacedly wish if the world hasn’t twisted their arm so hard that they have to lie about what they are capable of “achieving” or “not achieving” (and if it can even be called *that*)… ATLEAST to themselves?! Or do they pat their backs for having successfully pulled it off and, feeling younger/smarter/more loved, go to [a peaceful] sleep (with the father of their unborn baby’s hand on their little bump)?
More importantly, is it worth it?
Advertisements

Entry filed under: Latest Posts.

A little about the “maids” A feeling deferred (?)

1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. abyssinia  |  April 10, 2008 at 6:58 pm

    We all think only women lie about their age. However, nowadays I find more guys lie about their age than ladies.

    Some say ‘little white fibs’ are acceptable. But there are certain lies no one seems willing to tolerate, especially from a person you started to date. Some may say its OK to hold back for a later time ’till the relationship takes hold. Are such fibs necessary for women or men? is it worth it?

    No, I don’t think so.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Trackback this post  |  Subscribe to the comments via RSS Feed


Warning!

The blogger tries to think outside the box, or wonder why she sometimes can't.

Recent Posts

Previous Posts

Flickr Ethiopia

ሙዚቃ [Ethiopian Music]

Some classic Some modernish And some Yirdaw... When I need a ringtone When I feel nostalgic When I need poetry

Have your say

DaNegus on A work of fiction
A_Nutter on A work of fiction
Dianoprincess on A work of fiction
Scooby on A work of fiction
Chuchu on Seattle smells of ‘አሪቲ…

Member of The Internet Defense League


%d bloggers like this: