act your age

Fandango’s Provocative Question #71

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FPQWelcome once again to Fandango’s Provocative Question. Each week I will pose what I think is a provocative question for your consideration.

By provocative, I don’t mean a question that will cause annoyance or anger. Nor do I mean a question intended to arouse sexual desire or interest.

What I do mean is a question that is likely to get you to think, to be creative, and to provoke a response. Hopefully a positive response.

You’re probably familiar with the old expression, “You’re only as old as you feel.” Or maybe you’ve been told by someone at some point to “act your age.” Or perhaps you, yourself, when asked your age, have said, “Age is just a number.”

Well, that brings me to this week’s provocative question(s). 

How old are you* and how old do you feel — older or younger than your actual chronological age? Do you generally act your age? And what does “acting your age” mean to you?

*If you’re uncomfortable revealing your actual age, maybe you can just say something like, “I’m in my twenties.” Or fifties. Or “I’m a senior citizen.”

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Old Fuddy Duddy

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“Age is just a number,” Clyde said to his wife.

“Technically speaking,” Jenny, responded, “it’s a word.”

“Oh aren’t you the comedian?” Clyde chuckled. “You should take your show on the road.”

“I think I’ll pass on that,” Jenny said. “You may not feel your age, Clyde, or even look your age, but you really might want to start acting your age, don’t you think?”

“Where’s the fun in that? I don’t want to be some cantankerous old fuddy duddy who just sits around all day and grumbles.”

“So you feel the need to go out and sow some wild oats, huh?” Jenny said.

“You bet I do,” Clyde answered. “You’re only as old as you feel and I feel great.”

“Okay then,” Jenny responded. “Go, enjoy, and try not to hurt yourself.”

******

A few hours later Jenny was visiting Clyde in the emergency room. “It’s broken just below the elbow,” he told Jenny. “The good news is that I won’t need surgery, but my right arm will be in a full arm cast for the next eight or so weeks.”

“How did this happen?” Jenny asked.

“It was going great,” Clyde said. “Everyone was cheering and having a great time. I was rockin’ up a storm and then wham, I got dizzy and collapsed, falling off the stage.”

“Oh Clyde, I’m so sorry, but I did warn you.”

“Yeah, Jenny, I think my kareoke days are behind me.”

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “age.”