I’m not as mad as I sound. In fact, I’m not mad at all. Not sure why this sounds like it, but…I hit print anyway. 🙂
There’s old and then there’s OLD.
I’m all for being mature and gaining wisdom, but there’s something about people acting old before their time that just bothers me. Nate and I have talked about it many times~ he’s older than I am by quite a bit and consequently knows more on the subject than I do. He’s young at heart, looks younger than he is and there have been multiple occasions where I am shocked to find that he is MUCH older than someone else who looks and acts way older than him, but is really lots younger.
The weird thing is that I’m starting to see it for myself with my peers. It’s one thing to look older~ there’s only so much you can do to prevent that from happening…but when my friends, some who are even younger than me, start acting OLD, it catches me off guard. I have to say it saddens me.
We are all trudging along in this life. We all have hardships. We are all busy. We all wish we could be further along than we are with some things or maybe everything! We are all TIRED. We all have things that didn’t turn out quite how we’d hoped. We all have dreams that went haywire. We are all trying to do our best. We are all hit with our own struggles and mess…
So why feel like you’ve got the worst lot? Why gripe about it with the attitude that your mess is the worst mess? This “journey” (those of you who know me know that I am so tired of this overused word) of LIFE is challenging for everyone.
I guess this is an extension to what I wrote Monday. I’m talking to myself here too. There is nothing wrong with getting old. There is nothing wrong with having ups and downs. Everyone does. There’s nothing even wrong with being sad about it all. But when we became OLD and CROTCHETY and STINKY GROUCHES before we’re 80…well, there’s just no excuse. That old attitude is going to stretch into your face, cause deep wrinkles and you’ll feel downright lousy before you even have to.
I have to amend one of my last sentences. A cheerful, loving 80 year old is a lot more fun to be around than a bratty, grouchy one. I can’t guarantee which one I’ll be since I’m not there yet, but I’m pretty sure if I act like a 50 year old at 35 and a 72 year old at 50, my odds aren’t too great.
That’s my two cents. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.