Friday, March 5, 2010
Is it just me?
Life is a funny can of worms.
And I am always surprised when things around me change and I don't take note immediately and then all of a sudden I am thinking to myself what the hell, when did that happen or where was I went that went down?
I'm not just talking about the weather, or a new piece of clothing that someone wears, or a new street sign. I'm talking about how I am living my life. You'd think by this stage in my life, (older than dirt) that I woud have a handle on what to expect and recognize when changes are occuring in my day to day life.
But as I am drying off after the mornings shower, I looked into the mirror (something I avoid doing on a regular basis, and when I think about it I don't know why) and there is this incredibly old woman, with long white hair staring at me like she is lost. When the hell did that happen? What happened to the raven haired cutie pie that thought she was gonna kick butt forevaaaaaa? Did the aliens come again and pick her up and leave me with me? Or is this one of those Aston Kutcher punk deals where he switched my reflection in the mirror? Or did this old broad (Janie and Cee not included) just happen to follow me into the bathroom?
I still feel 30, in my head. I want the same things....well more of some things than others. I still haven't made up my mind what my major is or what I was to be when I grow up. So how could I look like this? No wonder people stare at me when I am riding my tricycle down the street with the kids. (NO, really I have an adult tricycle, stop laughing, it's fun and I can't fall over as easily as on a two wheeler).
But ya know, I did kinda notice that Sweet Man has changed some. I mean his black hair is now chef's hair.....salt and peppa. His love handles have grown to a love inner tube and we walk a helava lot slower now. But that is a good thing cuz used to, he would be holding my hand and I was always trying to keep up. Now time has kinda evened that out. Yep, he's changed. Po ole thang.
But the kicker is....my sweet baby girl, my darlin' child is the same age as Jack Benny. Okay. Now you young puppies are saying who in the hell is that. Well, truthfully, it is only a dim glimpse from my far away past but he was a TV comedian who never admitted to being any older than 39. And now, oh gawd, my child is 39.
So therefore....you know like in the geometry quiz we had last week....in my mind, A=B, and B=C, therefore......I am older than dirt and the lady in the mirror must be me. Damn, there goes another piece of false hope that didn't make it through the washing machine of my illusions. I guess it did shrink in the dryer. What I thought and what is are two different things except............I still feel the same inside.
So the next time you see an olderish person, (be kind, courteous, and respectful), remember every morning some old person they don't recognize scares them in the mirror too. Ha.....