I'm recycling again today. This, entitled "SJ on Aging," is from March 26, 2007. Most of you here today weren't even around then. I'm not sure whether that makes me feel older or not. Hmmmm.
I'm getting older every day. I know that, and I'm okay with it -- considering the alternative.
I don't feel particularly old, or act it. I wonder (sometimes), though, how I'll relate to the world around me when I actually am so old that I can't deny it and will have to own up to it? Will, for example, the meaning of "hot" change? Will hot be the guy who's not on a walker, the one whose pants aren't pulled up to his chin? Will the old gents think I'm hot as long as I can find my mouth with my lipstick or wear cute orthopaedic shoes -- and remember how to tie them? I think it might be pretty hot to run around -- okay, dodder around without a sweater and scarf on 90-degree days. To have a driver's license and be able to see over the steering wheel at 90 -- that would be pretty hot. But lawsy me, how will I live when Jello is my ultimate turn-on and there's support hose in my lingerie drawer?
I took a lot for granted when I was young. I rarely stopped and considered the consequences of anything. If it felt like the right thing (or the fun thing or the feel-good thing) to do, I went on and did it, taking it for granted that it would be fine. And it always was. Rarely did I fail to land on my feet. I still follow my impulses to a large extent, and most of the time it even comes out okay. What I've learned with age, however, is to take nothing for granted. I've learned that the entire topography of life is in a constant state of flux. Everything changes. Eventually. Everything. I know just as sure as the sun will probably come up tomorrow that if I get complacent, cocky, or over confident, Kismet will schedule me for an immediate sea change. If I become too attached to something, it will soon be gone. If I expect that a thing will always be there, I can expect it to disappear overnight. By not taking those things for granted, I save myself from disappointment. I think. Maybe I'm fooling myself but, what the hell, as long as it works. Anyway, I make it a point to enjoy each and every thing to its fullest and appreciate it each day that I have it, just because I know it can't last forever.
Today's Twisted Linguistics Words Gone Wild
deep seeded feeling - When grass starts sprouting on your back.
reduntant - Sent back to the corner with the dunce cap.
decifer - Lucifer's little brother
freash - A freak with wandering hands.
honer - Device on which to place manuscripts for literary tweaking.
becue - You be the eight ball and I be the stick.
What age do you act?
I'm getting older every day. I know that, and I'm okay with it -- considering the alternative.
I don't feel particularly old, or act it. I wonder (sometimes), though, how I'll relate to the world around me when I actually am so old that I can't deny it and will have to own up to it? Will, for example, the meaning of "hot" change? Will hot be the guy who's not on a walker, the one whose pants aren't pulled up to his chin? Will the old gents think I'm hot as long as I can find my mouth with my lipstick or wear cute orthopaedic shoes -- and remember how to tie them? I think it might be pretty hot to run around -- okay, dodder around without a sweater and scarf on 90-degree days. To have a driver's license and be able to see over the steering wheel at 90 -- that would be pretty hot. But lawsy me, how will I live when Jello is my ultimate turn-on and there's support hose in my lingerie drawer?
I took a lot for granted when I was young. I rarely stopped and considered the consequences of anything. If it felt like the right thing (or the fun thing or the feel-good thing) to do, I went on and did it, taking it for granted that it would be fine. And it always was. Rarely did I fail to land on my feet. I still follow my impulses to a large extent, and most of the time it even comes out okay. What I've learned with age, however, is to take nothing for granted. I've learned that the entire topography of life is in a constant state of flux. Everything changes. Eventually. Everything. I know just as sure as the sun will probably come up tomorrow that if I get complacent, cocky, or over confident, Kismet will schedule me for an immediate sea change. If I become too attached to something, it will soon be gone. If I expect that a thing will always be there, I can expect it to disappear overnight. By not taking those things for granted, I save myself from disappointment. I think. Maybe I'm fooling myself but, what the hell, as long as it works. Anyway, I make it a point to enjoy each and every thing to its fullest and appreciate it each day that I have it, just because I know it can't last forever.
Today's Twisted Linguistics Words Gone Wild
deep seeded feeling - When grass starts sprouting on your back.
reduntant - Sent back to the corner with the dunce cap.
decifer - Lucifer's little brother
freash - A freak with wandering hands.
honer - Device on which to place manuscripts for literary tweaking.
becue - You be the eight ball and I be the stick.
What age do you act?
| You Are 30 Years Old |
 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
9 comments:
You are a timeless beauty Sherry.
And always will be...G
regardless of age,
every woman is hot...
but that just might be
the geritol talking
HAVE A GREAT NEW WEEK, SERENA JOY!
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/t.
Why, thank you very much, Mr. Gee. I'll hold you to that when I'm 92 and can't seem to recall my address.:)
Yeah, that Geritol's some powerful stuff, /t. Or so they say. I know I've been ogled by some old fellows who are probably on it and somehow think they're all hubba-hubba. I think (hope) that when I'm several decades older, I won't need Geritol to ogle young, hot dudes.;)
They make cheerleader outfits in all sizes. So our love shall be timeless. And our Pep Rally shall be endless.
So, Pugsley, does this mean you'll be taking me to the prom?;)
I would love to, but unfortunately a porn star asked me first :-(
What, you don't think she can find another date?;)
Don't remember this post! I loved it. Some thoughts:
- "cute" and "orthopaedic shoes" makes it an oxymoron
- I love the verb "to dodder".
My age results:
"You Act Like You Are 33 Years Old"
You are a thirty-something at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
You're responsible, wise, and have enough experience to understand a lot of the world.
You're at the point in your life where you understand yourself pretty well.
You are figuring out what you want... and how to get it!
I'm kinda liking that age!
quid
Thanks, Quid. Yep, the 30s are a good age. Although it didn't show up here, that's what I got, too, on the original quiz.:)
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