I admit that I'm a bit of a narcissist, although I like to think that it's more of a healthy disposition to how I look rather than an obsession. Regardless, I've been thinking a lot about aging lately, and have come to the conclusion that people are more like cheese than we generally let on.
In my 20s, I felt like nothing could touch me. My body wasn't so much of a temple, more of a petri dish into which I could pour all manner of foulness and still be squeaky clean by the end of the experiment. My body was young, and fresh, and full of possibilities.
In my 30s, I feel like I've found the course that I'd like to take, and I can see my body accommodating it. I'm taking on a taste and smell that's clearly quite specific to me.
But it's clear that this pleasant state of affairs is unlikely to continue unless I take care of myself. Like an aging cheese, I need to closely control my climate and environment. I'll have to start exercising more regularly and actually start watching what I eat.
If all goes to plan, I should be a fine camembert by the time I'm 70.