When I was fresh out of college, I started to lie about my age. I hated how dismissive people were when I told them I was 22. In my head, “25” sounded so much more grown up. So every time I met someone new and the subject of my age came up, I lied. I’m sure it didn’t make any difference — I now understand the difference between 22 and 25 is nominal at best — but at the time, I wanted the sophistication of age. It didn’t matter that my behavior was solidly 22 — I did way more