act your age

Act your age, won't you?

Why?

Because you should.

Yes, but why?

Because you look ridiculous.

You're probably right. But what if I told you I'm still having fun, even while knowing I look ridiculous? What would be your argument then?

(pause)

Here, wait. Have some truth serum first. Now tell me why it bothers you that I don't act my age.

Because you had your time in the sun. Now you're supposed to move into the shade, so I can have more sun on me. I don't like you sharing my sunshine. It doesn't seem fair. It's my turn. You had yours.

Ah, okay. Well, what if I told you there's an endless amount of sunshine, and that there's no amount of it I can use up that will ever, ever rob you of a single ray of your own?

I still don't like it. I'm going to make fun of you.

It's okay, I expect it. When I was your age, I did the same thing. That's just sort of how it goes. But you can still be kind and empathetic. Life can be pretty rough, you know? Bad things happen. Loss. Divorce. Death. Depression. Disease. Joblessness. Heartbreak. You'll see - as you accumulate years, you accumulate pain. Maybe cut me some slack, huh? We all just want to be happy, no matter how old we are.

I'll think about it.

That's all I ask.