I was recently asked about doing an interview for Cosmopolitan Magazine regarding addiction.
I talked to the writer, from New York City and we chatted for awhile. Then she asked me how old I was...
Cue doom music...
I'm sorry to say, but 42 is too old. Yep, they wanted someone who was young. In their 20's or early 30's.
Awkward. And a little bit ouch.
I just mentioned this to my 11 (almost 12) year old son.
He laughed at me. Said, "Are you sad?"
I said, "No, not at all, it's cool."
He smirks, "You are in denial. I can see it."
And he gets up to leave and catch the bus.
Funny boy. I am not in denial that I am getting old...damn it.