Posts Tagged ‘Age’

This Isn’t Necessarily A Bad Thing

February 9, 2022

It’s been said before (possibly by me) that age doesn’t necessarily bring wisdom, merely the opportunity for wisdom. Along those same lines, it occurs to me that age doesn’t necessarily bring weirdness, but it certainly provides greater opportunity.

The Perspectives Of Age And Wisdom

May 10, 2021

A typical child’s perspective: Being older means you’re smart!

A typical teenager’s perspective: Being older means you’re clueless!

A typical adult’s perspective: Okay, maybe being older does make you wiser.

A typical elder’s perspective: There are obviously exceptions to this.

I’d Have Declared Her The Winner Too

March 1, 2021

I’m 80 years old. I need one more cheap thrill, since my doctor told me I only have another 25 years left.

Miskel Spillman‘s winning entry (in 25 words or less) in Saturday Night Live‘s “Anyone Can Host” contest


May 12, 2020

I’m just a tad pensive today because today is the day that even *I* have to admit that unless something changes dramatically along the way, I can see middle-age on the upcoming horizon from here.

(And no, I’m not in denial.  I know my calendar age,  but assuming it continues to be worth it, I really am planning to live that long.)

I Was Wrong

December 2, 2019

While it’s true that “You’re never too old to make mistakes,” I really thought that by now I wouldn’t be proving and reproving that statement quite so often.

This Is Risky At Any Age (Yours Or Theirs)

July 5, 2018

I witnessed this a while back, but it came back to me today.

People, unless you are an actual child, if a woman of any age asks you for something, never say, “You’re just like my mom!”, particularly if you are younger than said woman, because if you do say it . . .

Run, baby.  Just run!

This Conversation Got Old Fast

April 25, 2018

As further proof that I’m currently hovering around a particular stress level, yesterday somebody made the mistake of trying to play the “Let me guess your age” game with me when I was just not in the mood:

Them:  “Why won’t you tell me your age?”

Me:  “Because I don’t dwell on my age.”  (But thinking Because, stranger, it’s none of your damn business!)

Them:  “I’m going to guess then.”

Me:  “You can guess if you want.”

Them:  “The starting digit . . . 2 or 3?”

Me:  (Thinking Nice try with the lowball there, but no cigar.)  “The starting digit was zero, just like everybody else’s.”

Just . . . Not Today

April 15, 2014

With that said, let me talk about tattoos.

In short, tattoos just aren’t for me. I can admire how a good tattoo can look great on some people, but I’m just not one of those people, and as the years roll by I feel I become less and less one of those people a tattoo would look good on, if you catch my meaning.

Recently though, I saw a gentlemen a few decades my senior showing off his full body tattoos and his (to my mind) comically overlarge piercings. Bluntly, I thought he looked ridiculous.

But you know what?

I would have thought he looked ridiculous like that if he was 20. His age didn’t have anything to do with it, so who knows?

Maybe someday I’ll get a tattoo after all.