It has come to my attention that growing old is NOT what we’ve EVER told been. Oh, sure…. We got little hints here and there, but…. NEVER did we get the full and unabridged story of the agonies of the decline into extended maturity.
One thing that comes to mind is that I share none of the “major” complaints with my friends. We have a lot of minor complaints that echo throughout our collective friendships. One being excessive facial hair, thinning hair (which is nice in those “other” places that have nothing to do with the scalp), flaky nails, spots (hereafter referred to as “aging freckles”) appearing all over the body, makeup must be changed out frequently, having nothing to do with time in the sun, OR lack thereof.
The gentlemen of our species have similar shared phenomenon such as migrating hair from head to face, chest, back, and some grow it on their feet. However, they do not have to worry about their chest making friends with their belly buttons, booty calls becoming “long distance” or feet becoming likened to rafts on rough water.
OK, I’m done complaining. How is your day going? Hugs full of love.
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