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People look at me and think I’m young. People are surprised that a “boy” seems so mature and worldly. In past jobs, people assumed that I’m the subordinate and not the supervisor or manager.

I buy cloths from the children’s section of any store - according to the standard sizes, I have the body of a 14 year old boy. “Small” in adult sizes is just small enough for me. Though, even then sometimes the shirts and pants are too long for my body. If I really must have a design that’s only available in adult sizes, I have no choice but to pay more to have it altered.

But there are good aspects to all of this though. I can hang with a younger crowd without looking like a toolie or a sugar-daddy. And because of that, my frequencies are tuned to a younger mind-set. I can converse and relate even though I might be older by 10 years or more.

My body is not just the size of a boy’s but it also feels like that of a boy’s. I never felt so fit in my life. I have to say that my 30s are even better than my 20s because of this constant feeling of youthfulness - which I don’t take for granted like I did in my 20s.

Some people in their 30s pine and wish for the good old days of their 20s. Not me though. I’m having the best time of my life. And if my body is really that of a 14 year old boy’s, then theoretically I have another 20 years left in me?! A 50 year old clubber? How age appropriate is that? Is that too old to party?

I don’t know but if I’m still blogging then, I’m sure you will enjoy my journey as I get there. Don’t be surprise if I get sleepy now and again though. Hey, I may be optimistic but I’m realistic too! :mrgreen:

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