April 25, 2013 (updated 2017)
Am I just getting old if …
I think all the high heals out now look dangerous?
Florescent Postit-Notes make me nauseous?
I think the whole world just seems louder?
I visit a website and hate seeing my Facebook picture there?
I hate that Microsoft, Google, Facebook, and my phone all want to make decisions for me?
I hate television ads of 20-something models promoting aging cream?
People you never though would betray you, do so – and because of their own problems?
It’s been nearly a year and finally, my trigger finger is getting better. Well, actually, my trigger finger is really a trigger thumb. The doctor said it might be an aging thing or maybe it was an injury. I don’t recall a recent thumb injury–actually, I don’t ever recall a thumb injury. Ah, what does he know? I’m over the prime age of fine scotch so what does it matter? Things fall apart and I’m slouching toward the day I’ll take my last pain med.
In the meantime, I doubt if I’ll ever retire and that’s okay. I don’t know what I would do if I was retired. I can’t sit around all day. I like working. I love to be busy. I’m a project freak. But, there is a possibility I will drop dead at 80 working retail at a Pottery Barn at $7 an hour plus perks. Whatever. You and the x-gazillion people on the planet don’t care. My son cares and he’ll probably be the only one feeding me soup when I am too old to do anything but swing a remote. Will there be any social security or retirement funds left? Just enough to pay the kids for cable so I can sit up in my room and hope to die while watching reality crime shows and Jurassic Park reruns.
I hate to complain. Actually, I love to complain but nobody listens. Seriously. There is so much to complain about these days and as I strip away all the side issues (and there are hundreds of them) it seems to come down to politicians – all of them. What do they care? They prove on a daily basis they are not in this for us. They have a retirement plan and a health plan and all the perks offered up by BigCorp interests, and the ones with the foresight to kiss-ass now, may even get their name on one of the underground bunker rooms when their shrugging-away of our lives finally blows us all up in some form or another. So, what do we do?
We better leave it up to the under 40 somethings because it IS their world. Like it or not, we are leaving the mess behind so stop whining and vote with them – not against them. Okay, so today, I am not exactly upbeat, furry and sweet, but maybe it’s time for all of us to take a stripped-down view of our lives, our species and our planet’s prospects and kick the bums out of office and completely start over. Isn’t that what we do when companies fail?