For the most part I'd stopped seeing myself as young. Maybe cause of the industry I'm in.
I thought about this for too long until a switch finally flipped and I suddenly couldn't stop thinking that she was just fucking with me. I was not young. I knew it, she knew it. It was just that I didn't get the joke. And now it was too late. Too late for me to just laugh it off, and too late to be mad about it.
But I was still mad. I don't know why this rubbed me so wrong. Some of my colleagues seem to take age with more grace, proudly calling themselves geezer or boomer. I avoided such terms for myself, but I did like to call the juniors "babies".
To tell you the truth, I'd never thought that being called old would shake me so. I mean she hadn't even called me old, she had said I was young, and here I was believing that she had actually sarcastically called me old by calling me young.
I didn't think the 40s would be this way. The 40s were supposed to be the new 20s. That's what people like
Tim Ferriss
sold us.
Interesting plot twist with the "Old" being disguised as "Young" and anchoring the whole thing in a certain culture which oddly reverberates today. People still play this games, and not for the sake of elegant sarcasm but to put others down. And yea I get it it's fiction but it strikes a cord
Not really, sarcasm can be an exhibit of wittiness too. if it's not meant to hurt in a very obvious and gratuitous manner it can be taken as a pleasantry
