at 55 i’m certainly no longer a boy.
but i have to say, even with all the hard work and adult living, i don’t quite feel like a man yet, not in the sense that i’m completely mature anyway.
i still have some residual immaturities that i’m hopeless to grow out of, like eyeballing other peoples half eaten steaks, or tattling on my brothers.
hmm … not quite a man … no longer a boy.
i think that makes me a manoy.