Young model
I consider myself young. I don’t know how young I really am, because age is a relative concept (I know how many years I’ve walked the Earth, of course), but I know I don’t look my age and, half of the time, I don’t act it either. However, there are some instances in which I can see that I belong to an older generation. By birth, I am still part of that category they call millennials. For a long time, I would see articles about them on BuzzFeed and other websites, and I would wonder who these people were. As it turned out, I am them! Last night, I was talking to some guys at a work event, and at some point I needed to ask how old they were (because of how the conversation was going and some of their comments). After the usual how old you think I am? and my accurate guess, I realised I was, once again, surrounded by, well, kids. That’s not a problem in itself, except that it baffles …