Once, many years ago, when I was still in my 20's, a co-worker said to me: "You remind me of a little old man." To the extent I recall, I imagine I probably just laughed & we went on with our discussion. I didn't think about it again at all for many years. Then one day it suddenly occurred to me that she had hit on something.

I was an only child. And I grew up in an elderly extended family. Among the relatives I grew up with, the next youngest person to me was my mother. (Most of the relatives I grew up around had been born & raised in the late 1800's!) And my mother was heading toward middle age when I came along! So it makes a certain amount of sense that I might have reminded someone of an old person. Now, of course, I really am an old person.

I don't know what your living arrangements are, of course. But many years ago (again) when I was in college, I started out living at home with my parents. I hardly knew anyone. After the first couple of years or so, I guess it was, I moved into a dormitory on campus. That was the point at which I began to get to know people & could begin to sit around in the student center talking.