How Old Am I? I Forgot.

By: Chaunte McClure

Chaunte McClureMy husband often hears: Have you seen my [insert color here] shirt? Honey, have you seen my keys? Where are my glasses?

Based on those questions, you can easily conclude that I lose track of things at home and because my husband is here with me, I guess I kind of expect him to have answers. But there’s one thing both of us lose track of and though it’s not tangible, it’s something that we need from time to time for important documents or just because someone asks. What is it? Our age.

Ladies, how many of you lose track of your age?! That’s where I am in life and apparently I’m in good company.

Last Sunday I posed this question to my Facebook friends and it resulted in a 53-comment thread with several women and a few men admitting to forgetting their age.

For the first 21 years of my life, remembering my age was a no-brainer. Now I have to really think about it when someone asks, or I just give a number and most likely it’s not the right number.

I wonder why that happens? Why do we lose track of our age? I think my forgetfulness started after I turned 22. I could easily remember the milestone years like 25, 30, and 35 maybe, but the years in between seem to have gotten lost in my memory bank.

Today I revisited a Facebook post from December and I noticed that I told someone that I’m 37. Wrong! I’ve been thinking that I will be 38 in March when in fact, I will be 39. Thanks to my high school classmate for getting me back on track. I’m not sure how long it will last, but since 40 is another milestone, I’m sure to be good to go next year.

I have to admit, I am the blogger who told you to tell your age proudly. I guess I need to add an addendum to that – tell your age proudly and accurately.

If any of you have scientific reasons why we forget our age, please share.

2 thoughts on “How Old Am I? I Forgot.

  1. Chaunte I could not tell you. Usually it’s around my birthday that I am saying my previous age before I’m like umm no I’m [enter age here]. Well nothing right now is letting me forget that on June 13th I will be 40. Feeling great about it too lol.

  2. Girl, life is so interesting. Growing up, I looked forward to easing into the double digits. Then I looked forward to become a teenager. (Gah! What was I thinking.) Next I longed for sweet 16 and probably 18, but definitely 21. After that it was the crossing over to 30, but I’m not sure I shared the same excitement for the big 3-0. Next year it’s the big 4-0 and I think I share your sentiments about it.

    Thanks for taking the time to share your thoughts.

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