I’m pretty short for my age at almost-but-not-quite 5″2′ at age 20. My father isn’t too much taller than me and my mother was around 4″9. My grandmother was shorter than my father. I have short genes! Too bad my grandfather isn’t my biological grandfather…he’s like 6″6.
I’ve been told throughout my years that I’m old for my age, though I don’t look it at all. I’m old for my age but I look young for my age– a seriously messed up perception of my being, I think! Unless I’m around my friends or people I know very well, I tend to act in a serious manner I guess. Strangers I’ve met and conversed with were often astonished when they found out my age, saying they thought I was 3 or 4 years older, even though my height suggested otherwise.
My dad was never really the super strict parent when it came to grades as long as I got a B or higher. If it wasn’t an A, he told me I could do better and to keep trying my hardest, but never did he punish me or yell unless it was a C or below. The rest of my family has always expected a hell of a lot more from me. They’re over-achievers and they’re good at it. Very, very good at it. That’s why the majority of my family is so wealthy or just plain seriously well-off.
Around them, I had to act mature, never childish. I was a proper young lady with perfect table manners and knew when to be quiet. When I acted out, I got the “look” from most of the people at the table while my father blushed and scolded me into embarrassment. He was more embarrassed than I ever was, so I understood.
Aside from how my family taught me to be, I’m really not sure why I am the way I am. I’ve never gotten into drugs or smoked cigarettes because I thought it stupid, immature, and a nasty thing to do to your body. It also seemed like people who did drugs were just ill-informed kids who felt it was cool to do it because it was illegal. Same thing goes for smoking, I suppose. I used to drink a lot because I had a lot of older friends and that’s what happened at parties. Otherwise, I only have a shot of blackberry whiskey when I have cramps to sooth the pain.
I don’t act like a 16 year old in a 20 year old’s body like, it seems, most of the people in my age group still do. It’s easy to see, considering youtube, reality shows, facebook, and myspace are so easily accessible. I don’t see myself as “higher” than anyone in any way, shape, or form like a few people around my age seem to think for whatever reason. I treat people with respect until they prove they deserve otherwise, I listen to their opinions until it’s my turn, I’m polite to strangers and those who are older than me as well as those who are younger than me… it doesn’t really seem like I’m doing anything that shouldn’t be programmed into every person, old and young, yet every person I meet thinks I’m older than I really am.
I’m a 30 year old 20 year old in a 14 year old’s body. A fact that I’ll have to live with. I always liked the term “fun-sized” anyway. Although, I don’t think video games and coloring fall under the “adult” category.
I often wish I was younger again, though. Like, beginning high school again so I could relive my experiences and do things I should have done to make my “now” the way I want it to be.
But that’s a whole different blog.
Are you old for your age?