On the first day of my internship at the now defunct St. Luke's Medical Center in Cleveland, I was required to take a perception test - an informal way to show how our perceptions might affect our clinical therapy work with hospital patients.
And so, when I was asked what I considered middle aged, this young just-turned-20 college graduate said 35. Hell, I couldn't even buy alcohol or get into a club without some bouncer writing a gigantic "X" on my hand, so 35 seemed pretty damn old.
But as I turn 34 today and am soon-to-be surrounded by some of the youngest looking 40 year olds I know, I feel like a baby.
I've never had an issue with getting old, mostly because I spent my life always being younger than anyone else. I remember dying to be 21, just so I could go back to my college homecoming (where everyone else was at least 22 or 23) and actually get into the bars instead of be the designated picker up of drunk boyfriends.
And I have to say, that while my 20's were great, I spent much of them finally ridding myself of the many chains and shackles of my upbringing.
So I'm proud to be 34. Sure, boobs are a little droopier and I can use my nipples as measuring tapes.
But hell if I'm anywhere near middle aged.
And if someone twerpy college student wants to think otherwise, I'm very happy to show them how fucking hot and sexy middle aged can be.