Monday, December 10, 2012

What was to be Springtime

I was part of a group of young professionals being spoken to by an older gentlemen who said we were in the springtime of our lives.  This sounded wrong to me and the times and the seasons back me up. 

In the United states our life expectancy from birth is roughly 78.37 years, assuming our seasons are evenly distributed and spring is the beginning, the springtime of our lives ended before our 20th birthday. 
However, I will give the speaker that he wasn't speaking to a random sample of Americans, but rather a more educated subset with higher income potential and likelihood to be married, so the average life expectancy of this group could be pegged closer to 89.73.

Even then, I doubt there was anyone in that group younger than twenty-two and a half, so he was actually speaking to a group in the summer of their lives.  In the future I believe it will be this second view of the seasons that I will be referencing as the breakout makes intuitive sense to me.   
At 22.43 you have likely identified the final mapping of or completed your undergraduate education.  You can see your care-free days behind you.  At 44.87 the likelihood of becoming pregnant is below 5%, at this point you can raise only what you plant or transplant.  You have your autumn years to finish storing away nuts until winter begins at 67.3 which lands nicely by our standard age of retirement.

So there you have it, now you know the season you are in and can correct any speakers who attempt to employ inappropriate seasonal imagery. 

2 comments:

  1. If I'm in the summer of my life, why do I still have to wear socks to bed? It's too cold in Japan. It's prematurely seasoning me.

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  2. The temperature of your soles are affected by the season of the year. The seasons of your life affect the temperature of your soul.

    Dang, I should write for Family Circus or Oprah or something.

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