Like I know (roughly) how old you are but it never occurred to me that you’re a parent. And that your kids are older than I am. God, you must think we’re all children.
90% of the time I don’t even think about it. I mostly follow people because of shared interest, and when collective squee is happening no one’s checking ID.
5% of the time I notice, but because I’m on the other side of it. I follow several people who are significantly older than I am, including the person from whom I reblogged that post.
The remaining 5%: Yeah, sometimes. But it’s like that post (that I can’t find now, because I can’t find anything on Tumblr) about how you don’t stop being 1, or 2, or 20. Those earlier selves live on inside you. On the (few) occasions when I notice how young some of you are, it’s more that I’m recognizing and relating to things I still feel in myself, even if it can be hard to see those things in a mirror.
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Tags: tumblr elderly, unacaritafeliz.
