I'll be 30 years old in November.
So when I go to my parents (who are 52 and 53) for advice, I expect them to impart knowledge on me that I didn't know before I came to them. The way I see it, they have 23-24 years of life on me so they MUST know something I don't know OR have a different perspective (from my own) that will enlighten me. This is the main reason I used to keep older people as "friends" versus people my age. It wasn't that I thought I was smarter than my peers; I just looked around at what they were doing & saying and really didn't see myself fitting into their idiocy. I wanted something else out of life and since I wanted more than those who were around me, I figured I could get it by talking to those who were wiser beyond my years...older people.
So nothing pisses me off more than someone who is SIGNIFICANTLY older than me telling me some basic bullshat ANYONE my age should ALREADY know. Older person...you are not serving your purpose well.
I observe people and the things they go through and there are people my age who have been through a shat load of things I will probably never experience. Should I happen to experience those things, I would more than likely go to them to see how they dealt with it....no matter their age. Will I go to them about ANYTHING? No. Just want pertains to them. See, with an older person, if you know them and a little about their life, you can pretty much go to them about ANYTHING. Or so I thought....
I approached this woman who was in a similar situation as myself at one point in her life. I made the mistake of thinking that she would talk TO ME....well, all she did was talk AT ME. Some people don't understand what that is but when someone does it to you, YOU KNOW EXACTLY HOW IT FEELS. I felt as though I had wasted valuable time and words on her. She pretty much recanted back to me what I wrote to her, using different words to appear to care when at the end of her words, I knew she could give two shakes of a rat's azz about what I told her. It wasn't her life. She didn't have to care. So she didn't.
Sometimes I make the mistake of thinking that because someone experienced something similar to me, they can relate to me. Life is teaching me that isn't always the case. No matter how much two things look alike, someone will always see it from their perspective making it appear to be totally different. I've had to learn that the sky is blue, black, red, purple, orange, and pink....just depends on when you're looking at it and how.
But back to my initial topic...it always feels good to learn something I didn't know before. Gives me a reason to keep wanting to learn because how I see it, I can never know enough.