My Devolution
One of my favorite blogs is “The Dilbert Blog” by Scott Adams (www.dilbertblog.typepad.com). In one of his entries, he talked about mental age. He felt like his mental age was forty-two even when he was only fifteen. I’m turning twenty-eight this year. But I believe my mental age is twenty-two (or a tween, according to my sister). I still love watching Nickelodeon and the Disney Channel. My attitude towards romance or finding a partner is that of one in her early twenties with nary a thought about her diminishing viable ova. I still even read young adult fiction. So everytime I see my peers getting married or having kids, it seems surreal to me. I can’t believe my nostalgia for
Beverly Hills 90210 while I still watch out for episodes of Gossip Girl. Maybe the only manifestation that I am in my late twenties is that now, I know that I actually know pretty much nothing.
