No, this ain’t a parody so just relax already!
With the realization this post may be taken the wrong way, I still feel the need to vent. Not looking for sympathizers, unless you are the type who needs to sympathize, then by all means, go ahead. I take any and all blog replies.
I have been crying and moaning and the other word that starts with a “B” and ends “ing” for so long about my fading youth, that I hadn’t realized it already faded.
I have been denying my age, hanging out with the Youngbees. (Well on Twitter anyway) Nothing wrong with hanging out with the youth, makes one catch the exuberance and spontaneity that once was second nature. Getting fresh view points and new ideas is not a bad thing.
But moaning, and crying, and doing that other thing is not making me any younger and it makes me forget, I ‘m a half-way decent person and I still have something to contribute. I may not be young, but I think that I’m worth knowing. At least that is the story I’m sticking with!
I may not have many more bright promising future days ahead, but I’m not ready for the old folks home, either. I’ m trying to improve the life I have and to improve myself. Do I get a gold star for that? I really think I should get a gold star for that! Just give me the blasted gold star already!
All this crying and moaning, and that other thing makes me unhappy, grumpy, and a hell of a lot of fun to be around.(Okay, that was sarcasm-Keep up!) It stops progress as I sit and brood. While I sit and brood my bottom broadens. And all though broadening one’s mind is a good thing, broadening one’s backside, never is.
Not going to ask any questions this time! What I’m going to say is be happy, keep trying, and don’t ever give up!