I am 74 years old, and I have always looked younger than my age. I inherited my mother’s good genes for youthful appearance.
I was carded in a bar on my 30th birthday.
When I turned 40 one of my colleagues at work said, “You can’t be 40! You don’t even have any wrinkles.”
Into my 50s and 60s I was constantly told I didn’t look my age.
I hit 70 and everything changed.
I woke up one morning and found I had crepe paper skin and a turkey neck.
I hardly have any eyebrows anymore. I have bags under my eyes. Granny hairs regularly sprout on my chin.
I listen to classic country music and classic rock and say of current music, “I don’t know how those kids can listen to that shit.”
It’s been ages since anyone asked me if I qualified for the senior discount.
I can’t fake it anymore. I’m old. And the world is recognizing it.
I live in Eugene, Oregon, and Eugene lives for protest rallies. I attended one recently and as I left I was accosted by two men who saw by an item I was wearing that my political views differed radically from theirs. Two young native American women who were passing stopped and told the men firmly to “stop harassing that elderly woman.”
Wow. An elderly woman. It’s finally arrived.
Now I just have to learn to live with it and “age gracefully.” YUCK. I’ll do it, but I won’t like it.
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Peace and Joy,
I said in an earlier post I would stay away from politics. But there’s always an exception.
Here is the text of an email I sent today to AG Jeff Sessions on the DOJ website:
How dare you use Romans 13 to justify the racist, immoral, inhumane separating of families at the southern border. I would expect such from Trump, a sociopathic narcissist who cares only for himself.
You call yourself a Christian.
Well, here’s another Bible verse for you.
Matthew 19:14, But Jesus said, suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.
Put that in your Christian pipe and smoke it, you scrofulous little racist.
In this internet age of instant communication, it seems everyone from individuals to politicians to news organizations uses Twitter now. I wish Twitter had never been invented. Sometimes I wish the internet had never been invented.
No, not really. I think the internet is a marvelous addition to our lives with benefits too many to enumerate. I use it daily. Yet it is also an agent for great harm, such as identity theft and election tampering, to name just two.
My greatest beef with Twitter is that it too often brings out not the better angels of our nature, but the worst. It is easy to spew venom at the world while masking your identity behind an anonymous handle. It’s a safe way to say hateful things you don’t have the courage to say otherwise. I wish all social media sites required posters to use their real names. Maybe it would promote a little more civility in online discourse, which would be a very, very good thing.
Of course, some people do say hateful things on Twitter using their real names. I feel sorry for them. I think they must hate themselves a little bit to lash out so hatefully at others. I think they are building pretty bad karma for themselves.
In closing, I wish you good karma and civility in all your interactions. May you always remember what goes around, comes around.
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