Gut Rumbles
 

April 28, 2003

how "old" is old?

That all depends on what "is" is. If I offended sweet miss indigo by bitching about Father Time, I sincerely apologize. Ma'am, you are older than my decrepit ass is and you seem perfectly content to be a fossil just because you have senority on me (yeah, I know we are BOTH WAY BEYOND the average age of most bloggers).

But I ask you a favor, as a Southern Gentleman to a Southern lady:

WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP BRAGGING ABOUT THE VIRTUES OF OLD AGE!!?? THERE ISN'T A GODDAM ONE I'VE FOUND YET THAT I WOULD SWAP MY YOUTH FOR!!!

If you want to argue about boiled peanuts, I'll go there with you. If you want to argue politics or the war in Iraq, I'll go THERE with you, too.

But old is old, Indigo, and when we start arguing matters of DEGREE we sound like the kind of senile, diaper-wearing coots that the caretakers watch carefully around the domino table in the "Shady Rest Place Where You Go To Die." I don't want to go there. Hell, I don't want to be where I am NOW.

I have a head full of gray hair (at least I still have my hair) and lots of scars on my body. My skin isn't as tight as it once was, and the "laugh lines" around my eyes that once made me attractive to women now are full-blown wrinkles. I am known as "The Old Fart" by many of the young Turks at work today.

Got a problem? Go ask "The Old Fart" what to do.

I liked being a young Turk better than I like being an Old Fart, even if I am better at being an Old fart now.

I don't like growing old, and I will rale against the fading of the light until that light goes out. But I'm convinced that I'm fighting a hopeless battle, all by myself. I believe that I've met an enemy who will kill me in the end. That enemy has struck some pretty impressive blows already, and I am unable to respond in kind.

I don't see a damned thing good about it, and you don't need to rub it in.

Comments

Not meaning to rub it in, Dear Boy. Just giving a flip side. Old has its good points too. I sang at karaoke Saturday night and even if I had really goofed up, no one would have done too bad a critique, I bet. Oh, and just so you'll know - I didn't sing Amazing Grace either. Believe it was Buffet's Margaritaville. Wish you had been along for a duet!!!

Posted by: Indigo on April 28, 2003 07:02 PM

I can do EITHER END of the harmony on Margaritaville! (If you play it out of the key of "D.")

Posted by: Acidman on April 28, 2003 07:53 PM

hey wait a second, I thought your hair was silver?

Posted by: Marcl on April 28, 2003 08:06 PM

Youth is wasted on the young.

Posted by: Ralph Gizzip on April 28, 2003 08:14 PM

Have you realized that you are now older than the “old farts” were when you first started to work there?

Posted by: jay on April 28, 2003 08:36 PM

MommaBear is the same age as Miss Indigo, so she knows where she is coming from. The thing that keeps MB going is that the alternative is WORSE.

Posted by: MommaBear on April 28, 2003 08:53 PM

I wanted to be a dirty old man all my life. Now that I are one, I can't remember why I wanted to be one.

Posted by: Larry on April 28, 2003 10:04 PM

Grandchildren. Best thing in the world about getting old.

Posted by: RightWingTexan on April 28, 2003 10:33 PM

Agree, MB. And surround yourself with young friends (youngER) who don't moan and groan all the time!! A LOL (that's Little Old Lady in my son's jargon) down the street from me is celebrating her 100th this summer. And she can out-do me in any physical contest. She has a better gene pool than I and doesn'tI have health issues.) But she doesn't have near the fun I do either!!

Posted by: Indigo on April 29, 2003 09:49 AM

Hi...I´m just surfed in and want to say hello!
Regards George


black porn
interracial porn
xxx movie
adult movie
sexkontakt
private sexkontakte
sexshop
handylogos
autoversicherung
kredit
handyspiele
klingelton

Posted by: autodirektversicherung on December 30, 2003 09:59 AM
Post a comment