Carpe Diem

As we get older, we are given the responsibility to guide those who are younger. It is expected because we've gone ahead in life and have experienced what's right and wrong. We have learned things from these experiences. Naturally, we try to impart these things to others who have less experiences. It's the joy and pain of adulthood.
I for one am admittedly at an adult's age have been given this responsibility also. Why should I disregard it? After all, it will help shape the future and I can benefit from this - a peaceful future. However, it is of great difficulty when your physical appearance comes in the way of this responsibility. I look ridiculously young for my age. A simple example would be an instance where I get to ride a tricycle. It is common sense and a sign of respect that if you know that your destination is quite far, and you know the probability of you getting off that tricycle first is very low, you move and give the seat near the entrance to people with closer destinations because they get to arrive first. This common sense is not very common anymore. You have to tell the person sitting at the entrance to move away (but in a polite manner of course) because your destination is quite near. This scenario is fine when the one talking is obviously of older age and appearance. Not fine with me though. People stare at me like it hit their pride when I do the same. Sometimes they become rude and lean as close to the entrance as possible and stare away and ignore me. I don't get offended if the one sitting there is older or a senior citizen who doesn't want to bother sitting close to the driver who sometimes smell awful. Talking about manners. Well, it might have been my fault also because I usually wear casual clothes which make me look young (aside from my face and my height and I really cannot understand why other people with same height as mine, look mature enough to be respected). I should wear semi-formal as often as I can. It's quite funny because I want to look mature but I don't want to look old. It's ironic. Tension of the opposites. Well, I'm used to that.