Oh, my, facing this can be painful.
- My mountain climbing days are past.
- I’m not as flexible as I was, and my sense of balance is unreliable. It’s even led to feeling queasy on heights, a realm I once fearlessly loved. And a fall late at night can be terrifying.
- Along with spidery thin hair.
- As for the bladder?
- Slower mental recall, along with hearing.
- Declining mojo.
- Can’t get warm in winter. Or autumn. Or early spring. I’ve always been cold-blooded, but geez Louise!
- Being addressed as “Sir” by polite female teens. I am, after all, emotionally still 17.
- The shrinking horizon of life goals and dreams. Like is that best-seller ever going to happen, really?
- All the damned pills in the morning.
Gee, and we haven’t even gotten to an inability to understand pop “culture” or the appearance of varicose veins.
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The “sir” part has taken the most adjustment for me. I stopped aging at 16, so I’m even younger than you, and it just doesn’t seem right that I am anyone’s “sure “
How about “dude”?
I was never that cool.
Such modesty …
Oh, I’m with you! “Ma’am” is no easier to take than “sir”. And every time I hear myself talking about new technology in terms of “What the hell is wrong with people today?” I feel myself taking one step closer to the end. At least the sense of humor is intact at this point!
Indeed!