Is this a compliment?
“You look great, for your age!”
This causes me to rage!
In my imagination, I punch the offender slap, bang in the middle of the face, blood spatters all over me and I walk away with my aged, fabulous, self, content in the fact they will learn lessons, the hard way!
Joan Crawford said,
“It’s commonplace to find people who look old at forty, or young at sixty.
The reason isn’t the number of little wrinkles that may be sprouting, but in the way they use their bodies. ‘Old’ people have lost their flexibility. Their joints stiffen up from lack of use. Their capillaries constrict and less blood comes through to the tissues. That means the complexion is undernourished, too. And everything starts to taper off. When they stop moving vigorously they slow down mentally. They’re old in their minds even when they’re still on the happy side of middle age. And it shows!”
― Joan Crawford,
Being older, for me, means freedom, to choose, to use, to engage or stay silent. My opinions may or may not matter but unlike my younger self, I don’t always offer them. I think them, smile and walk away. Some days I’m caught up in a haze of stupidity with opinions flying over my head but hitting others with force and deliberate harm.
People are offended so easily but are quick to retort with equal audacity and insult because all that matters is their truth. When I was young all the mattered was The Truth. What happens now in a court of law when people give evidence, I’m baffled!
Is it the truth the whole truth and nothing but MY TRUTH!
Sorry I digressed into a wonderland where everyone is melting and disintegrating into a stream of soft, soluble, ever-changing, narcissistic, entitled, weak drizzle of progressives who are offended by the very word -Snowflake!
I’m floating through my twilight years like a cold dense iceberg, with fading eyesight, seeing what I want to see and doing what I like, with whomever I choose. Pretending I can’t hear what people are saying is my new Netflix, it’s how I entertain myself, because I can. I’m much more naughty now than I was as a child and love to have fun even when shopping and doing the mundane things.
I look forward to the day when I buy Tena Ladies and as the young, red-faced 18 year old scans my incontinence pads, nodding sympathetically and saying robotically,
“How are you today, do you have everything you need?”
I’ll reply…smiling wickedly…
“Yes, I’m very good, in fact, I had an orgasm two hours ago and it was fabulous, actually, I’m still dribbling. That’s why I need the Tena Ladies. Thank you so much for asking!”
The wee snowflake may start to cry, give me a blank stare, or, not even have listened, because, they’re not, in the least interested in anything anyone over a certain age has to say. They may even be deeply offended, report me to management saying they have been sexually violated because someone said orgasm! They may even try to have me arrested and they will get the chance to tell their truth and how their life has changed for the worst!
In the end, I’ll walk away, smiling, in the knowledge I can smell the flowers, take a joke, not be offended, breathe easily, eat cake, dance in my kitchen, laugh out loud at a world, to which I have contributed my best, knowing…
It was a moment in time, gone in an instant!
Melted like a snowflake in the sun!
Have fun!
MM The Celebrant 