On Acting One's Age
Saturday, June 21st, 2008 10:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniI have an awfully hard time remembering to act my age.
For example, I forget that my grey hairs entitle to me a chair, even when everyone else is sitting on the floor. I don't mind sitting on the floor -- in fact, I like to sit on the floor -- but it's always a jolt to see the Shocked and Horrified faces of the people around who suddenly want to scramble to find me "something to sit on" (What? I'm sitting on the floor. When did the floor stop being "something"?)
Is anyone else a chronological amnesiac?
For example, I forget that my grey hairs entitle to me a chair, even when everyone else is sitting on the floor. I don't mind sitting on the floor -- in fact, I like to sit on the floor -- but it's always a jolt to see the Shocked and Horrified faces of the people around who suddenly want to scramble to find me "something to sit on" (What? I'm sitting on the floor. When did the floor stop being "something"?)
Is anyone else a chronological amnesiac?
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Date: 2008-06-21 05:25 pm (UTC)My mother was once on the golf course and mentioned to her pick up partners that she was 72, they all stopped stared and cried NO. She cherished the looks of astonishment they wore. But then she still had mostly dark brown hair - just a touch of tweed - when she died in her 90s. I just wish mybody felt my mind's age.