I'm 36 going on 37.
My mom wonders why I got a tattoo and want more at my age.
My friends and coworkers wonder if I've got a wild streak that nobody knows about (which I do, I gave up most of the self destructive shit years ago though), the guy I work pretty much exclusively with wonders what the hell is wrong with me because I still wear my upper ear piercings and wear odd jewelry (see my recent acquisitions of a red jade dragon pendant, sterling silver bone bracelet and silver/gemstone biker rings, along with my biker boots).
Add that to the technophile attitude I have when it comes to computers, cellphones and other electronic devices and that for a woman, I know how to turn wrenches at work and usually can figure out what's wrong with stuff easily and fix it and I pick locks as a hobby...
Nobody knows what to make of me.
My mom was a housewife, my late father was an air force NCO for 30 years and a staunch baptist, which means no piercings or tattoos, my stepdad worked in a paper mill, where I now work, for almost 40 years.