The indignity of growing old
The indignity of growing old
I just pulled an inch long hair out of the lobe of my ear.
Okay... There's all kinds of things wrong with what you just said.
Re: The indignity of growing old
You need to stay on top of that stuff!
One of the most difficult things I'm having to accept (at age 62) is that I am physically unable to do things that I want to do, despite decades of physical conditioning. Much of this is silly, but,
...I can't serve a tennis ball for shit. I occasionally hit an "ace," but it's just as much because my opponents are as pathetic as I am as because the serve was good.
...I can't run anymore. Although I switched from distance running to interval training last year, I have always enjoyed going out for a 30 or 45 minute run. Now, a combination of knee damage in my right leg and a heel problem in my left leads me to the conclusion that my running days are over. My interval training must take place on a stationary bike, or not at all. Thankfully, the short sprints that are necessary on the tennis court are still possible - although I suffer for a few days afterward. How long will it be before I have to hag it as not worth the pain?
...I'm hopelessly flabby, and lack the energy and willpower to do anything about it.
...more and more, my weighlifting is constrained by pain rather than a lack of strength. There are few joints in my body anymore that don't produce a bit of pain when stressed. Stretching helps a little bit, but not much.
And although I still see young, attractive women as the object of my sexual desires, I have to recognize that they see me as about as attractive as Captain Kangaroo. Few people age as well as Sean Connery, and even he couldn't do it without an army of cosmetologists and favorable camera angles.
Live 100 years? Not like this.
One of the most difficult things I'm having to accept (at age 62) is that I am physically unable to do things that I want to do, despite decades of physical conditioning. Much of this is silly, but,
...I can't serve a tennis ball for shit. I occasionally hit an "ace," but it's just as much because my opponents are as pathetic as I am as because the serve was good.
...I can't run anymore. Although I switched from distance running to interval training last year, I have always enjoyed going out for a 30 or 45 minute run. Now, a combination of knee damage in my right leg and a heel problem in my left leads me to the conclusion that my running days are over. My interval training must take place on a stationary bike, or not at all. Thankfully, the short sprints that are necessary on the tennis court are still possible - although I suffer for a few days afterward. How long will it be before I have to hag it as not worth the pain?
...I'm hopelessly flabby, and lack the energy and willpower to do anything about it.
...more and more, my weighlifting is constrained by pain rather than a lack of strength. There are few joints in my body anymore that don't produce a bit of pain when stressed. Stretching helps a little bit, but not much.
And although I still see young, attractive women as the object of my sexual desires, I have to recognize that they see me as about as attractive as Captain Kangaroo. Few people age as well as Sean Connery, and even he couldn't do it without an army of cosmetologists and favorable camera angles.
Live 100 years? Not like this.
Re: The indignity of growing old
how can I when it seems to appear in an instant. whats worse is I noticed it while at work (better contrast in the background/) so I decided to make a quick move to pluck it unfortunately I didn't have a sufficient grip leaving ear lobe to flap like a bunch of jello calling instant attention to everyone else who was looking in the mirror at the moment.
Okay... There's all kinds of things wrong with what you just said.
Re: The indignity of growing old
Tell me about it. 
Your collective inability to acknowledge this obvious truth makes you all look like fools.
yrs,
rubato
Re: The indignity of growing old
Yeah,first class fun and games. 
I expect to go straight to hell...........at least I won't have to spend time making new friends.
Re: The indignity of growing old
I've got an 'old-lady' hair on my chinny-chin-chin. I don't know how long it would grow, if I let it; so, I don't.
I guess if I got stuck on a deserted island without toiletries, let alone a make-up mirror and tweezers; I'd start tripping over it.
I guess if I got stuck on a deserted island without toiletries, let alone a make-up mirror and tweezers; I'd start tripping over it.
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Re: The indignity of growing old
It gets worse. Wait till the hair starts growing out of your nose. And these things seem to grow overnight.Crackpot wrote:I just pulled an inch long hair out of the lobe of my ear.
I know a guy that had a mustache for a long time that was part nasal hair.
I guess he thought nobody noticed. Either that or he didn't notice.
Re: The indignity of growing old
I already get that
Okay... There's all kinds of things wrong with what you just said.
Re: The indignity of growing old
A nasal mustache? ..Loca backs away slowly.