Seriously. I may not be able to read the back of a cereal box without stretching my arm like Mr. Fantastic, but I can sniff out fake vibes from across the room.
In my younger days, I believed people. Smiles meant sincerity. Big talk meant big hearts. Titles meant wisdom. I was practically a walking “Benefit of the Doubt.”
Now? Not so much. I've upgraded — from people pleaser to people profiler.
It’s like life decided: “Okay, your eyes might blur a little, but let me bless you with X-ray vision for crap.”
I see through flattery. I detect fake “check-in” messages wrapped in self-interest. I can tell when someone’s being nice just because they want something. And don’t even get me started on those who suddenly remember you when you're doing well.
Getting older teaches you the ultimate life skill: filtering. Not just your photos, but your friendships, your time, your energy.
If it feels off, it probably is. If someone drains you, that’s your cue to unplug — from them.
Best part? You stop apologizing for choosing peace over pleasing.
No more over-explaining. No more second-guessing. No more tolerating nonsense just to “keep the peace.”
I am the peace. And you don’t mess with the peace.
So yes, the funny thing about getting older is while I may squint at restaurant menus… I now see people a whole lot more clearly.
And honestly? I wouldn’t trade that superpower for 20/20 vision.