Time isn't a useful construct for how old my non-existent soul feels. It's ageless.
Somedays my joints feel pretty decrepit but my brain generally feels like it's a random mixture of pieces of the brains from 12-24 year olds. I never feel my age, I basically feel out of step no matter who's around me but I usually relate better to the early 20something coworkers; often the people I view as almost parental at work aren't old enough to be my parents and are more like the split between me and my youngest brother (8 years) older than I am.
I don't know how to find other equally immature people, but generally I mesh well with people who are similarly 'trans-chronological' when I encounter them. When I think of some of my exes, they've all been pretty immature and the more age appropriate they are generally, the more immature for their age they've been. This stretches back basically as far as I can recall.
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The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.
If you're not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing. —Malcolm X
Just a reminder: under international law, an occupying power has no right of self-defense, and those who are occupied have the right and duty to liberate themselves by any means possible.