Inside every old person is a young person who is saying, "What the heck happen."
Ageism runs rampant in our society. Boomers such as I have decided that age is irrelevant. We often wear stuff that we shouldn't, drink things we shouldn't and do things that we shouldn't. Of course shouldn't may be coming from those who can't do, drink or wear what we do. I don't want to party all night but I want to think that I could if I wanted to. Several years ago my son encouraged me to go on one of those sit on the outside of a 12 story pole and drop until you puke rides. His encouragement was that the next time we would be in Knott's Berry farm I would be too old to ride it. Sadly his pathetic psychological maneuver worked and I rode the ride. It was fun.
Driving along one day in the year 2000, I passed an Audi TT. I slowed, looked and lusted. I said, "man I wish I had one of those." The same son said, "why not get one, you aren't getting any younger." It worked again and I enjoyed the heck out of that denim blue TT.
I guess that I don't feel that age is all that big a deal if I am so easily manipulated. I can get down on the floor and play with the grandkids. I can swing a golf club and a baseball bat. With an appropriate amount of suitable lubrication and the right music (classic rock) I can boogie up a storm. (not a pretty sight)
Bottom line, if you feel old, act old, you end up being old but conversely you are only as old as you let yourself be.
Listen to that young person inside you, "what the heck happen?"
Ageism runs rampant in our society. Boomers such as I have decided that age is irrelevant. We often wear stuff that we shouldn't, drink things we shouldn't and do things that we shouldn't. Of course shouldn't may be coming from those who can't do, drink or wear what we do. I don't want to party all night but I want to think that I could if I wanted to. Several years ago my son encouraged me to go on one of those sit on the outside of a 12 story pole and drop until you puke rides. His encouragement was that the next time we would be in Knott's Berry farm I would be too old to ride it. Sadly his pathetic psychological maneuver worked and I rode the ride. It was fun.
Driving along one day in the year 2000, I passed an Audi TT. I slowed, looked and lusted. I said, "man I wish I had one of those." The same son said, "why not get one, you aren't getting any younger." It worked again and I enjoyed the heck out of that denim blue TT.
I guess that I don't feel that age is all that big a deal if I am so easily manipulated. I can get down on the floor and play with the grandkids. I can swing a golf club and a baseball bat. With an appropriate amount of suitable lubrication and the right music (classic rock) I can boogie up a storm. (not a pretty sight)
Bottom line, if you feel old, act old, you end up being old but conversely you are only as old as you let yourself be.
Listen to that young person inside you, "what the heck happen?"
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