Age

Okay I thought I’d do a blog piece that has nothing to do with travelling since I’ve been in the same place for a while now and nothing much has happened since my last post. We’re still WOOFing and we’ve been working alongside two other WOOFers who are quite bit younger than Lloyd and I. It seems when you meet people when travelling the same question always seems to rear its head and it’s the only question that does my head in, one of the WOOFers asked me the question today… ‘’HOW OLD ARE YOU’’, the rest of the conversation went something like this.

Me: ‘’Old enough’’

Woofer: ‘’25’’

Me: ‘’No’’

WOOFer: ‘’27’’

Me: ‘’No’’

WOOFer: ‘’29’’

Me: ‘’No’’

WOOFer: ‘’30’’

This could have gone on for a while but I got up, left the table and went back to my work. To me age doesn’t really matter (unless your're really old and cracking onto a girl at least 20 years your junior, see previous posts) and I can’t understand why it comes up in a lot of conversations, maybe I don’t like it because I haven’t yet done what I want to with my life and feel that time is slipping away or maybe I’ve made one two many mistakes in my life and wasted years doing things that I’m not really happy doing. Should I by the age of 32 be settled, have a mortgage and kids, have a career and know what I want to do with my life or is it how society determines what we should have done by a certain age? Maybe I should go buy some anti ageing cream and learn to stop thinking too much about it….