At 52, I still can't quite believe I'm "supposed to be" "middle aged." I don't relate to that at all! I feel eternally young inside. I kind of feel all kind of ages; my consciousness can be anything at different times -- 8, 14, 19, 20. I'm still in touch with being a child. I'm still in touch with being a teenager. and so forth. I still feel any of my younger ages, inside myself. I still listen to Radiohead, collect stuffed toys, and throughout my life the people who have become friends at all have always been much younger than me. When I was 32 my best friend was a 22 year old skate punk into Skinny Puppy.
Part of that is because I've always looked at least ten years younger all the way along, so potential friends who are drawn to me think I'm their age. Of course I tell them my age but even then, it hasn't put anyone off because I still act like them anyway. Other people have always been shocked to learn my real age -- that even happened again just last week! I just kind of have always retained a younger vibe/look/set of mannerisms. I was still carded at 40.
At the same time, I've done all the usual markers of maturity -- work, filing taxes on time, paying bills on time, I've married (and divorced), taken care of minor household repairs, been a responsible person. In all the practical senses I've "grown up" because I can't stand insecurity, instability, etc. So I'm responsible and stable in all the important ways that keep a roof over one's head. But my personality is very young and someone could very easily want to say "Grow up!" to me, yes.
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