& so we are told to age gracefully… with charm & elegance.
But, as we age things seem to turn more difficult…
It’s more difficult to sleep, to eat well, to exercise, to go through a day without popping a pill or two.
More difficult to have time to enjoy a sunny afternoon, to walk the dogs, to be happy with just an ice cream (even worse for lactose-intolerants... like me) & a walk to the park…
It gets harder to like yourself: you either feel too fat, too skinny, too short, too tall, too pale or too over tanned. Your hair is too limp, too difficult, too white or worse: no hair… Stretch marks… cellulites…. Scars… chicken pox marks…. a tattoo which ink looks washed off… Bruises… hair ironer’s burns… wrinkles… c-section or appendicitis scars…
It gets harder to SHOP for clothes!!! Jeans for skinny asses & toothpick thighs, tops for silicone boobs, dresses for teenagers, skirts too short for my age or too long for my height… brassieres too uncomfortable to wear for more than an hour!!
It gets harder to find a “partner”: too young, too old, too fat, too skinny… Too married, too many kids, gay!, too divorced… Too undereducated, too apolitical… Too much in debt. Too much of a womanizer (too much of a biohazard in that case!), too weird… too boring (wondering why he was available??), too sick (or psycho!), too neanderthal, too drunk, too drugged, too much of a pot head, or just too wrong…
It gets harder to do what you want… you do what you HAVE to, it’s almost impossible to have fun without planning it waaaaaaaay ahead. Sex is scheduled… cooking is no longer a rare occasion thing… dinning out is no longer special… drinking a bottle of wine is no longer for fun…
Age gracefully… Age gracefully??? Really???
But, as we age things seem to turn more difficult…
It’s more difficult to sleep, to eat well, to exercise, to go through a day without popping a pill or two.
More difficult to have time to enjoy a sunny afternoon, to walk the dogs, to be happy with just an ice cream (even worse for lactose-intolerants... like me) & a walk to the park…
It gets harder to like yourself: you either feel too fat, too skinny, too short, too tall, too pale or too over tanned. Your hair is too limp, too difficult, too white or worse: no hair… Stretch marks… cellulites…. Scars… chicken pox marks…. a tattoo which ink looks washed off… Bruises… hair ironer’s burns… wrinkles… c-section or appendicitis scars…
It gets harder to SHOP for clothes!!! Jeans for skinny asses & toothpick thighs, tops for silicone boobs, dresses for teenagers, skirts too short for my age or too long for my height… brassieres too uncomfortable to wear for more than an hour!!
It gets harder to find a “partner”: too young, too old, too fat, too skinny… Too married, too many kids, gay!, too divorced… Too undereducated, too apolitical… Too much in debt. Too much of a womanizer (too much of a biohazard in that case!), too weird… too boring (wondering why he was available??), too sick (or psycho!), too neanderthal, too drunk, too drugged, too much of a pot head, or just too wrong…
It gets harder to do what you want… you do what you HAVE to, it’s almost impossible to have fun without planning it waaaaaaaay ahead. Sex is scheduled… cooking is no longer a rare occasion thing… dinning out is no longer special… drinking a bottle of wine is no longer for fun…
Age gracefully… Age gracefully??? Really???
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Age gracefully…
See ya when i see ya...
