"What's your permanent age?" asks Scott Adams, the creator of Dilbert. Unlike most celebrities, Adams actually writes his own blog and manages to be both entertaining and thought-provoking at the same time with virtualy unsurpassed regularity. That Adams posed this question now is convenient because I've been doing some serious reflecting of my own on this very subject the last few days.
Ten years ago, one of the people I met online (on an investment bulletin board, mind you - minds out of the gutter please - the priest thread is below) sent me some information by mail and enclosed a picture of herself when she was aged 25, noting "This is how I always think of myself." (She was then about 40, I think.) At the time, I was somewhat mystified by the enclosure and the notation.
As time passed, I began to appreciate what she meant, that we all have an image of ourselves in our mind's eye. While young, it is constantly changing, but at some point it freezes, perhaps forever, perhaps not. And I realize that when bring my own image to mind, I'm almost always 34. Not sure why it is 34, because I had one Hell-of-a-lot of fun at 33, and 35-37 were among the happiest, most exciting and fulfilling years of my life. Other than the image in my mind, 34 was a pretty unremarkable age.
Anyway, despite daily evidence to the contrary (whenever I look in the mirror), 34 appears to be my permanent age. What's yours?