Written from the female perspective. Men, your mileage may vary! Many of the clothes you used to fit into don’t fit you now because your body is going through these weird shape changes and you’ve gotten smaller where you used to be bigger and bigger where you used to be smaller even though you've worked really hard to keep the scale showing the same thing that it did last year and the year before and the year before that. Your skin turns into crêpe paper and dimpled fat. You know that old fart shuffle and stoop? Well, guess what? Part of the reason for that is because that muscle mass and those muscles you took for granted your entire life decide they’ve paid their dues after 60+ years of faithful service, so they pack their bags and move to Jamaica! Who knew that my earlobes would get longer, f’serious dude! What’s THAT about? But gravity has taken over my chest and my bottom too, so I guess my lobes are pretty innocuous by comparison. Bunions OMG! I figured my eyesight would have problems, but I never even thought about my hearing. I feel like one of those ancient dudes with their pants up around their underarms doddering around saying “Eh? Speak up!” and aiming their ear cone at the speaker. Digestive issues. ’Nuff said. What I didn't expect was that my olfactory sense would become much sharper, maybe to compensate for the failing hearing and sight? Like, if there’s danger, though I can’t see it or hear it, at least I can SMELL it coming!! That iconic old person thing, the one we’ve all laughed at and shaken our heads over, where the old dude can tell you it’s raining because of his aching bones? OMG IT’S TRUE!!!! At least arthritis has some use beyond making you snap crackle and pop when you get out of bed in the morning. All that, and more, is why I turn my hair weird colors, wear tutus, ride a harley, randomly skip for no reason whatever and go on All The Adventures! If I’m gonna have to deal with all that old people stuff, I figure I’ve earned the right to have fun and be goofy along the way. I've said it before but it bears repeating...y'all are gonna have to drag me kicking and screaming into old age! What's your least favorite thing about getting old(er)?
I dislike the fact that the younger generation is getting so dumb. I try to tell them how to do things, why they ought to do them my way, and they just don't get it. What's the point of having an older, wiser woman around if you don't listen!
I KNOW!!!! What's up with that? Eileen, I know what you mean too, about time-out standing still. It seems that the older I get the faster it passes!!! I mean, didn't we just celebrate Christmas like last week????
The younger generation are not the brightest crayons in the box ! They never had to learn to take care of themselves,,parents do it for them ! Many college graduates have no clue about our country`s history,,,they can`t even make change without a machine doing the work for them ! And now with the movement toward socialism they think everything should be free !! Free health care and free college education ! They can`t figure out that nothing is free,, someone has to pay for it and that is not the government,, it will be all of us !!
The making change thing really bugs me I have to say. I remember when I was a teen and worked at Woolworth's on my summer break. One of the first things they taught us was how to make change. It's not even difficult. I taught all my kids how to do it. I also wouldn't let them have digital watches (before cell phones which most people use as a watch these days) until they'd each learned how to tell time on an analog clock. And I wouldn't buy them shoes with velcro closures (that was HUGE back when they were little) until they'd learned how to tie shoelaces. It's so sad to me that so many basic skills are being lost...like tie tying someone else here posted about!! Making change, reading a clock face, neat penmanship..so many skills that are going by the wayside in this age of technology. Sad.
I can deal with the wear and tear on my body. The thing I dislike the most is not getting to see my kids on a daily basis. All three of them are married and living away from home, one on the other side of North America. I really miss the chaos and sheer joy of having my kids around all the time.
