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 |  My random thoughts and reactions to my everyday life. The voices like a forum. |
| I do not know quite what happened or when , but my hubby and I now qualify for seniors' discounts at some venues. This creates a quandary; in order to save money, but not face, we have to admit to our age. HMMMM..... We definitely do not consider ourselves to be old. In this day and age ,when people as a whole are living longer and healthier lives why are 'young seniors', those in their fifties, like moi, considered 'old'?? It's so true that age is just a perception! "Maturity" is very objective/subjective, and I object! Whew, a few years have skittered by since I composed this biography block. Those "fifties" are in the rear view mirror and they are distant, fond memories. Oh, I do not plan to stop writing any time soon. |
| PROMPT September 27th If I realized I am just like everyone else and just as GOOD as everyone else -- that we all struggle but have so much potential -- then when in social situations I would finally be more likely to... Loosen up, relax, enjoy the social situation. I'd be more likely to go with the flow. I'd drop my hyper-vigilance and my prevalent guard. There'd be no more me versus them, but an us on equal footing. We'd be peers, birds of a feather, compadres. Oh, the conversation would have to be so much more than casual. We'd share interests and life-experiences in common. We'd just 'get' each other. What awkwardness? No more 'tongue-tieditis.' Of course, we'd converse in a vernacular comfortable to both of us with no need for explanation, or clarification. How could we possibly misunderstand each other, or misconstrue the meaning of our chat? We'd be above cross-communication. None of us would bother to worry about our choice of word, or manner, or stepping on once easily bruised toes. Feelings and egos would not be affronted. We'd banish pettiness. My choice of attire and that of others would not be significant, or judged. Designer labels? Pfft. Current fads? Meh. Anything goes. Fashion freedom. No one could sneer at my sneakers and decide if they were worthy simply because of their price tag. If my t-shirt sported a stain, so what. If my socks were obviously odd and not from the same pair, big deal. I would finally be more likely to simply be me and more likely to accept anyone. |
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