40 is just a number, lie 39 and 38. The latter number belongs to me, or at least it will in a few months. I find that I am thinking about it more and more and considering the perceptions of what that means. Perception is reality. Though I wonder if my own perceptions are as important as those of the people who affect me on a daily basis.
I was watching TV recently and noticed a spate of films and shows depicting fat, goofy, unintelligent white boys as the norm in well-to-do middle to upper class society. It is a perception that shapes the actions of the people of interact with those who look like the people depicted on TV. This might be deeply silly and unintellectual, but aren’t we a deeply silly and unintellectual as a nation?
So that brings us back to me and this idea of age perception. What does it mean to be 38? I’m not quite sure. I am still in the 30’s, so there’s that. However, I gotta find a way to understand what 40 means and rationalize that with this idea of still being an emerging success. I mean, how much more can one emerge after 40?