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On the Subject of My Birth

A couple months ago I was talking with my wife and the subject of our age came up.  My wife mentioned that she was going to be @#%! years old this year, which took me by surprise because I didn’t think she was going to be @#%! until next year.  (PRO TIP: If you’re going to get a woman’s age wrong, be on the younger side of her age!)

After accusing me of trying to get brownie points (I wasn’t) she asked how that worked since I was going to be 37 in March.  I laughed and told her that I was already 37.  As I was shaking my head, trying to figure out what she was thinking, she said to me, “No you’re not, you’re 36!”

And I realized I was!

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to be older than I am!  I mean, I whole-heartedly enjoy getting older compared with the alternative.  But I’m not one of those guys who feels self conscious about being young.  I was that guy straight out of college but not anymore. Somewhere over the course of the last year I just forgot that I was 36 and got it in my head that I was 37.

Maybe it’s because I’ve gotten away from the “and a half” age.  Ask my boys how old they are, especially the oldest one, and they’ll tell you they’re 8 and a half or 6 and a half.  That half-year is very important to them because it tells them they’re getting older, even if the number of the age has actually changed. So apparently I’m just losing my mind at the young age of 36 (and a half!)

At least I’m not alone!  A week or two later I was telling this story to an old friend whose birthday is just a couple days before mine. (No — she, herself, is not old! Our friendship goes way back!  That kind of old friend!) Turns out she had done the exact same thing, thinking she was already 37 when in fact she was still 36.  At least it was comforting to know I’m not the only one!

So on this, my birthday, I’m telling myself that I need to see my own original long-form birth certificate before I believe how old I am!  I’ve turned into my own “birther” of sorts, doubting the validity of commonly accepted information.  And, at least in this case, there’s good reason to doubt and ask for the proof!

Cause I don’t even know!