For most of my life, my best friends have been older than me. As a highschool freshman, I hung out with the seniors, and then the next class of seniors until I was a senior myself and somewhat alone. All of the men I have dated have been older than me, the oldest as much as 26 years older. So it was with some amount of surprise that I realized for the first time in my life I have as many friends who are younger than me as I do who are older than me. This, I realized, is because I am getting older, so the younger than me isn’t that young anymore!
Sometimes hanging out with a younger crowd has some amusing gaps in reference points. I came back into the room where Darrow (age 18) and Lil’ Trish (age 16) were sitting, looking through my records.
“Tell me these aren’t what I think they are,” said Darrow.
“Records?” I said not sure if that was what he was referring to.
“No, I mean these aren’t 40s?”
“They’re 45s,” I said, smiling.
“Aren’t those the big ones?”
“No, those are 33s.” This was amusing.
“Oh I said 31s or something.”
“Why don’t you sell them? Lil’ Trish asked. “Who has these? I’d be getting on e-bay.”
“Because I listen to them,” I explained.
“On what?” she looked around the room.
“On that.” I pointed.
“Oh I thought that was a suitcase.”
“It’s. My. Fisher Price. Record Player. From when I was a kid.” Amusing could turn to annoying rather quickly.
“Damn, Sarah, you are old.”