When I was twenty-two, I dated a girl (let’s call her Rebecca) who used to say, “I can’t wait till I’m old!” She was 23, beautiful, witty, extremely well read. She had what seemed like two-dozen close friends who adored her, compared to my two or three who frequently questioned my morals. She wasn’t running away from anything, wasn’t an alcoholic, had a bunch of bright career prospects. And yet the girl wanted to be 60.
At first I thought she was kidding, or simply romanticizing old age as a place of relative calm and invincibility. (People are much less likely to break your heart at 60 than at 23, for instance.) But lately I’ve realized that, even at 23, she must have felt her youth slipping away, pummeled as women (and men) are by images of the teenage ideal in magazines, TV commercials, and ads. She foresaw losing her looks through her late twenties and thirties. And she just wanted to be spared the agony.
Now that ten years have passed, her desire to be suddenly old makes sense, in a way. I find myself frowning at gray hairs in the mirror, and lie to myself by attributing them to stress instead of age. Maybe it would be nicer to just zip to 60, and spare myself the slow decline?
When I was 22, though, I didn’t share this sentiment. I didn’t want to be 60! I wanted to be 22! At that age no one judges you on your accomplishments, since you haven’t had much opportunity to live. They only see your “promise.” Everything is ahead of you. Moreover, you are not yet to blame for how your life has turned out. Other people are guilty for that (parents, teachers, etc). You’re innocent.
But the fact that America worships such innocent young people—aimless kids who have yet to be tested or to prove themselves in life—seems to me a fairly dismal state of affairs. Obviously it’s about looks. Young people look better on stage than old people. They look better on camera than old people. But when looks become a reason for us to read a book or listen to an album, for example, society is in trouble.
Recently, I read an article explaining how fed up established authors are with the comparatively huge advances first time novelists receive. Just because they’re young! And their book jacket photo is cute, or sexy. Americans are buying these books, the older novelists say, simply in order to live vicariously through a young, sexy novelist. In truth, the book may have no substance at all, no wisdom, only the residue of a cute young person’s experience in the world. But Americans are becoming so youth-obsessed that getting a glimpse of what it’s like to be young today is enough, and more valuable than living through the mind of someone who has seen and experienced hardship, and navigated his or her way through it.
Maybe it was John Updike’s death that got me thinking in this slightly morbid vein. Which then got me thinking about Philip Roth’s inevitable demise, and how strange it is that such a vigorous man as Roth, so full of life and sexual potency, could possibly die. I’m sure he’s as amazed as anyone. As he himself once wrote: “Old age isn’t a battle; it’s a massacre.”
Yet old age doesn’t frighten me the way it seems to frighten Roth. Lately, I’ve come to look forward to it in a sense. Aging can be a graceful process, for both women and men, as long as they don’t succumb to the youth-media and cosmetics blitz that threatens to empty everyone’s psyche and bank account. Yeah, it’s sad to get wrinkles, to lose your mental and physical agility. But look at guys like Tom Jones, Client Eastwood, and Sean Connery, for instance. Connery looks almost as good today as he did at 30, just in a different, more refined and dignified way. He seems to be no longer in the grips of his own libido, which can make even the most graceful of dudes seem sleazy and indecent.
Chances are I will look nothing like Connery when I’m his age. Still, I’ll know more than I do now. And at this point in my life, however cheesy it sounds, knowing more about the world, and understanding my place in it, seems more worthy of worship and respect than unlined skin and innocence.
As for my old sweetheart—who must be now, what, 33?—I hope she’s not still wishing for a sexagenarian’s existence. People are going to start living till 110 pretty soon, which makes 30 the new 20, or even the new 10. By the time we’re 60, 60 might even be considered young.
4 thoughts on “I Can't Wait To Be Old”
Dear Jay, I am touched by the depth of thought and thus feeling that you put into this. From someone who has watched you grow over the last year and a half through CarbonCopyPRO I am pleased to see that you are staying grounded despite your immense success. During this same time health issues have held me back from what I thought was finally my time of fulfilling my yet seen “promise”. I turned 48yrs young on the very day you wrote/posted this and relate to your thoughts completely. I too, have had much on my mind this week, different from my usual outgoing, enthusiastic self. It can be discouraging at times that our society does the very things you mentioned above. There is a huge value from reading and even listening to those of us in our middle and older years who have experienced a few or many of life’s hardships. As well as those who have gone on before us. My nieces and nephews are in their 20’s and it is Amazing what they “think” they know at this young age of their life and where they place their value. It is not just their youthful looks that America obsesses over but also their energy/zest for all that is now available, that wasn’t in even the not so distant past. Perhaps this distracts them from the value of introspection, reading and what growing older has to offer such as the dignity and sophistication that Connery personifies. Thankfully he and others like him both male and female (Christie Brinkly comes to mind) are showing us all just what the “new” youth can potentially be. It doesn’t sound cheesy at all to me that you are thinking as you are – rather it is quite refreshing and an example I hope others will aspire to for having known you. I for one see you aging as gracefully and handsomely as Connery. Don’t change, continue on and be that great example of what you hope to see in our world. Sincerely, Teresa
Jay – This is a beautifully written entry. You are quite right that although it’s great to be able to run fast, jump, do handstands and look pretty in photos, age brings with it a wealth of experience that gives one depth, compassion and wisdom (okay, and wrinkles and gray hairs, too). These attributes give those of us on the shady side of 50 the ability to give back to life in a way that young people can’t yet imagine.
I’ve been fortunate – I grew up in a good family where money wasn’t an issue, was educated at a private prep school and top college, gave birth to three amazing children and have had the love of many friends. But I also went through a divorce and was left with three little ones and no means of support, almost lost a beloved step-son to aplastic anemia, almost lost my youngest to drugs and depression and after retiring three years ago, have lost my savings and will soon say good-bye to our newly built dream house as we can no longer afford it.
All of these peaks and valleys have contributed to the person I am today. I am strong and kind and absolutely driven to re-establish our wealth. My husband and I have both gone back to work. I have a part-time job at a swanky little boutique on Kiawah Island and work full-time at my CCP/WMI business. I know, beyond any doubt, that both the joys and struggles of my life have given me the grit I need to keep on plugging – and with joy and gratitude.
I was in the audience in Tahoe when you gave your talk last Thursday. I was moved to tears by your story and by your open heart. I am honored to be a part of an organization with you at its helm. Thank you.
I that was a good read. People do Judge my accomplishments at 22. I feel old at 22 looking at little belly starting to form. I started hitting gym again week ago and half ago to get ready for costa rica. Man I got like 100 years left to live on this earth SHIT. I never really thought about it like that. I am really am still young in picture of this thing called life. Keep blogging I will keep reading.
Hi, cool post. I have been wondering about this topic, so thanks for writing…