43 isn't even a number that anyone remembers. I don't know why but those numbers between the 0 and 5 and 5 and 10's just don't seem to have much significance once you hit 40, or even 30 for that matter. Who even remembers when they were 33 or 37 or 43? Nobody! It is a year in your life that just kinda passes by without noticing. In fact, when people ask me how old I am, I have a hard time remembering my age. Humm, now, was I 42 or 43? Hummm I don't even remember. I think I'm 43? Then I try to use my math skills to try and figure out how old I am. Lets see. I was born in 68. So, 2011 minus 1968 is ummm, carry the one, minus the 6 plus 10. Then, you have to factor in that you haven't reached your date of birth for the year so do I add an extra year or subtract a year for my age. This time I think I subtract. So, I end up looking like I did before in saying, I think I'm 43 years old. The 20 something year old cashier looks at me like I'm a little bit crazy not knowing my own age. Well young lady, (said in the oldest grandpa sounding voice I can muster in my head), when you are 43, you will have the same problem trying to remember the insignificant year of your life. Now, I'm not saying that insignificant things happen. There are very significant and important things that happen in some of these inconspicuous years. It just happens to be years that don't help you remember how old you are.
So, even though I am 43, please don't ask me my age because I may fall into a stupor of thought that may result in my misrepresenting my true age.
Happy 43rd Birthday?
Clint
