>>I've always thought that it's not the years you have under your belt
>>that determine your age, but your maturity, thoughtfulness, and above
>>all.... "It's not how old you look, it's how old you feel!"
>
>To some extent that's true, although realistically you also have to
>acknowledge that until around 22-25 or so, the brain is still maturing so a
>lot of people younger than that age aren't as mature as they are going to
>be. I know I thought I was very mature (perhaps I was), but I look back
>and feel silly. :)
*LOL* I look back only 3 years ago and I feel VERY silly and terribly
stupid... or innocent, take your pick. Those stories only come up
when I'm very drunk, and around people I know. ;)
>
>> Personally I refuse to ever grow up. I will keep you updated if I
>>succeed in this. :)
>
>>(22 and counting... but sometimes it feels more like 40. Being a mom
>>can really make you feel old sometimes. :)
>
>No kidding. Now imagine how old burying one makes you feel. :/
It's just as bad burying a cousin only 4 years older than you,
because he thought life wasn't worth living, or the Aunt who died of
cancer 1 week short of her great niece being born, or the
grandfather, many years ago, who went from a jolly motorcycle riding
man to a thin pale figure in just a matter of months before slipping
away, all due to a stomach ulcer. :( I've had my share of deaths....
and I sympathize with all those who lose one. But as the saying goes,
there's two things in life you can always count on: death and taxes.
:) It's just part of life.
>> And then there's the achy
>>backs, the stiff joints, problems getting up from the floor, gray
>>hairs, poor vision,
>
>Don't joke, it'll come around and get you! I have a tendency towards
>tendonitis and bursitis -- prone to repetitive stress injuries. I've now
>developed it in my shoulders from lifting the babies all the time. *sigh*
*L* I'm not joking. :) My back always aches (because of the job I
have), I have stiff joints, sitting down on the floor is MUCH easier
than getting up, gray hair is from stress, poor vision (been wearing
glasses since the 4th grade) and all the rest.
I'll find myself looking at the "youngsters" (12-17 years of age, and
yes, to me these classify as youngsters, sorry!) I see at the mall
and other places, and wonder "Who convinced them that THAT fad looked
cool?" or "Where do they get off thinking they can act like that?"
Then I realize I'm talking just like all the "older" people used to
talk when -I- was young! Of course, then I remember -when- I was
young, and thought that straight hair was lame. Back in the late 80's
and early 90's, it was! *L* Of course, now I'm back to my same old,
easy to care for dew - straight hair. :P And of course, fashion is no
longer an issue, as long as it's comfortable and won't fall off when
I walk, it works for me. And anyone that has a problem with it, can
just deal with it. :)
>
>>[I honestly dread when my daughter gets old enough, what the new fad
>>will be THEN. Will she come home one night with an extra eyeball on
>>her forehead? Her first clone? Purple hands? It makes tattoos, body
>>piercing, and green hair sound pretty tame eh? hehe]
>
>Hey now! Watch where you waving that comment on green hair!
>*says she of the blond tresses streaked copper*
>
>:)
>
>*tongue firmly in cheek*
>
>Michelle
>Flutist
hehe... still growing out my last dye job.... got a few more inches
to snip off. :)
But there's just one more OT thing I'd like to say about this whole
age thing that was brought up. I know people younger than I who are
very more mature than those their same age, I know people the same
age as me that there is no hope for, and I meet older people every
day, and pray to God I won't end up like them - and the same goes for
the younger people I meet as well. And I'm thankful every day, that
what ever did it, I ended up as I am, and not someone who won't be
kind enough to help a woman with her child jiggle a shopping cart
loose, when I have one in tow myself - or hold open a door for a man
who then in turn doesn't bother to hold the next door open for me -
or the idiots on the road who wait until the LAST possible inch
before they run out of entrance ramp to get over, and suddenly expect
for the masses to part and let them in (why speed down to the end,
when the cars you are passing and will meet are only going 25??) -
these things I will never understand. But when you someone who can be
serious when it is needed, still has a sense of fun and spontaneity
(it's raining, let's go out and run around!) and who knows just how
far to go and STOP before it's not funny and they're just an ass....
to me, that's maturity.
Ok, promise I'm done on this one. :)
-Jackie
