Why do we say, “Thank you,” when someone says we look young for our age?
Oh, excuse me, I’m so sorry. I do apologize for looking my age. My bad. I should be better able to fend off pesky reality and appear to be 33 for all eternity. If I had any gumption, or genuine aptitude, I could be less visibly aged.
Having said that, I do love it when someone tells me I look young. So, why is that? Maybe because some of it is up to me. If I make an effort to stand up straight and eat good food (a subject near and dear to my heart), and dance and sing and jump around even when I feel like slouching and announcing to anyone who is within earshot what a drag it is getting old, well then I can take some bit of pride in not looking painfully old in some quirky way.
But, I do think we might need to quit being sorry for aging because in reality we are the lucky ones, the ones who get to grow old and see what happens next.