Sometimes I have to check myself and go, “remember you’re an old man.” At 58, I’m old enough to be a grandpa, but sometimes I still forget.

In my head I’m still somewhere around my mid-30s, even thought I can’t back it up. I’ll be talking to someone I think of as a peer and suddenly it hits me: They think I’m old.

I realize I’ ve been talking for 10 minutes about things I thought everyone knew, only to realize, they weren’t even alive yet.

Sometimes you get the idea they’re just humoring you, like you did when your grandpa told his “back in my day” stories.

Other times you realize they’re taking your bullshit WAY too serious, looking up to you even. You think I’m a wise old man? I have no freaking idea what I’m doing!

It’s even funnier when young people act so amazed at the stuff I took for granted as a kid. It’s like hey, this guy is doing an archeology!

Sometimes it scares me when I realize my parents probably felt exactly like I do when they were raising me. “How the hell is this gonna work?”