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When the fact that I'm going to turn 50 in two and a half years crosses my mind (which it rarely does thanks to the awesome power of denial), I tend to think of it with an air of "what-a-mildly-interesting-theory" detachment.

It's not that I don't understand that it's fast approaching, or that I hate the thought of it. It's more that I'm just not feeling that old physically - and more significantly - emotionally.

From what I understand, it's a common phenomenon but it begs the question:

When do people start thinking of themselves as their physical age?

Do most octogenarians have difficult reconciling the wrinkled old fart in the mirror with the vibrant youthful person in their brain?




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