I have spent most of my life being told that I act much older than I am. While this has been a constant, I never gave it much thought. Age has never been an important factor in my life. Be it in regards to friendships or romantic involvements. As far as I am concerned, we are made up of experience not years.
While to some believe these things are the same in nature, I do not find that to be the case.
Though I am 23 years old, I do not necessarily fit with my age group. I have little interest in partying and most of the topics I share confuse those my own age. This fact has always put me as an outsider. Those that I find kinship with are much older usually. I’m not sure why, but I have always found it easier to identify and share with people ten to twenty years my senior.
This has also been true in my romantic dealings. Though I have on occasion had a relationship with a woman my own age, it never has last long. There is subtle disconnect between where they are and where I am. I cannot quite peg where that lies only that it is there. The long term relationships I have had have always been with older women. My Ex wife was nearly 10 years my senior; I was 18 when we met and was instantly smitten. The age gap came as a bit of a concern for her, but to me it was irrelevant.
Age to me is entirely irrelevant. The experiences I have had during my life bred maturity. Though I may be young in the eyes of most, the truth is that you cannot define youth. My body is you; my soul is old.