Not Ready to be Put Out to Pasture
I got to see Josh’s old college, though the students were mostly be off-campus. This was good because if they were there, I would have likely spent the bulk of my time there thinking “my good years are behind meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” in the face of their optimistic youth.
Not that I’m dramatic or anything.
The Atlantic recently reported on a study that looked at the age that people peak in terms of skills. It turns out that I still have a few good years ahead of me. The author writes,
The takeaway from the study is a happy one: There’s no single “smartest” age—people of different ages are best at different things. While in your 50s your memory might start failing you, your days of enjoying a brobdingnagian lexicon are still ahead.
It is nice to know that there is plenty I still have to look forward to such as increased vocabulary and understanding how things work, though I should probably stop saying things like college is wasted on the young since apparently certain skills peak in the late teens and early twenties.
I guess there is a reason to have those kids in school after all.
I’ve been reassuring myself that just because a skill peaks at an early age doesn’t mean that we lose it. It simply means that we’ve reached the point where it’s as good as it’s going to get in the intellectual sense.
I think we have this impulse as humans to always be moving towards something better and not being happy with the plateau. Which is great in the sense of self-improvement, but bodes poorly for being content with the happily-ever-after.
No one wants to think that their best years have already happened.
We live in a society that values youth, even if young people have a crap vocabulary. Look at that! I am living proof! I just used the term “crap” to describe vocabulary instead of the erudite word I will reach for in my sixties and beyond.
It is odd to be an adult. To think of yourself as grown up. That time period once seemed so far away. And then, suddenly, it’s here.
I always said that when I was an adult, I was going to eat cookies for dinner. And now look at me, with a big plate of lettuce. What happened?
What promises did you make about adulthood when you were younger?
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