Memoirs of an Amnesiac

Whoever was it who said that even when one reaches 90, in some instances in one's life, one never loses his/her being 12, 18, 20 (and so on and so forth) may have been right.

My significant other often jests about how childish I could be when I stare like a giddy starstruck fan girl of KathNiel (You know the teen age love team that's making huge crowd gathering wherever they go?). He argues that I'm too old for such things. My defense? "So what? I'm acting my age now. My 16 year-old self is kicking." My two-year-old me would often crave for Cadbury and I go feed that child inside (anytime the need arises). Sometimes, I let the 18 year-old lady who just debuted her entrance into the cruel world take over me as when I make impulsive, uncalculated risky decisions and find myself baffled about the next step. At other times, I think I let the 90-year-old (future me) embody me as I let things pass and take their turns and just go with the flow. As a teacher, I seem to act older than my age, thinking ahead, never missing blind alleys and quick curves (this being that I haven't gotten married and do not have the slightest idea about childbirth pains).

I know we can be whoever we want to be, in whatever age they seem appropriate. Though people close to us may think this odd and peculiar about us, we know, they have long ago embraced this uncanny behavior that actually complements us. We are given the liberty to embrace who we are deep within. For people close to us to appreciate this is really one major feat to hurdle.

The thing is, I hope that we know just when to "act our age." We need to look at the norms society exemplifies and take it from there. It is not a good sight to be eating chocolates while discussing in class or dealing with business clients, isn't it? This is where discernment and common sense comes in.

After all, whoever was it who also said that "Age is just a number in the calendar,"may have eaten chocolates by now.