February 18, 2016

This may or may not be the beginning of what I am calling My Words

Robbie Burns said "if only the gift the gods would gie us to see ourselves as others see us ...".              

I will be 82 years old in less than 2 months. They call me elderly! A month or so ago I was on one of the new Toronto streetcars. These streetcars seem to run remotely with the operator having nothing to drive. They sit in a little cubicle at the front of the car -  looking at computer screens. I asked a young man sitting across from me how I could get a transfer. He knocked on the cubicle window and said to the attendant "excuse me sir but this elderly woman wants to know how to get a transfer". Elderly woman!? Me? I don't have a walker, I don't even carry a cane. How did that young man reach the conclusion I was elderly? What did he see that I don't see? I look in my mirror and I find my self rather attractive - especially if I keep my eyes away from my neck! I do NOT see old - even when I look in my full length mirror I do NOT see old.  I have to admit my body and my mind don't work quite as well as they once did - my step is not as firm as it was even 5 years ago and my short term memory is an unnerving disgrace. The surprising thing about old age is this - our feelings don't change when we get old. Which leads to "there is no fool like an old fool". Quite true. Yes, we know we are old but we don't feel old. Keep that in mind when you are talking to us please. Hardly anyone does. Those who do are a real treat - they stand out in the crowd. They talk to me as they would if I wasn't old. I notice and appreciate even if I say nothing. Trust me - I notice. We notice.


Wisewebwoman said...

I guess what astonishes me most, Dearest B, is the way I feel inside. Looking at a man over 20 years younger and feeling my stomach flip and I think: if I were a man nothing would stop me hitting on a woman 20 years younger but a 20 year older woman doing the same thing? I might be locked up. Or worse, laughed at.

Inside I'm eternally 21. And then I look in a mirror....

Other than that I really don't give a shyte what I look like and I'm finally suiting the clothes I've always liked.....


Betty Bishop said...

If he is looking and flipping too go for it Wise! Lucky lucky him - we are so much better when we are older. Years ago when I was about 65 a 45 year old man was chasing me on the internet. I asked my shrink "what kind of 45 year old man would be chasing a 65 year old woman?" His answer "a smart one Betty, a very smart one!"
The last affair I had was with a 74 year old man to my 79 [still friends] and before that I lived with a man 15 years younger for 5 years. People really don't care all that much about what we do although some might wish they had the courage and some might be jealous. Pity them.