When I was a little boy and did foolish things, they smiled and called me cute. When I was thirty-five and did foolish things, they admired and called me adventurous. Now that I am an old man doing foolish things, they roll their eyes and call me senile. I just don’t get it. Make up your mind.
I had a similar conversation with my mom the other day. I told her that she’s always been forgetful, and that I’m forgetful too….but the problem is, now that she’s 89, people don’t forgive her for being forgetful anymore. Now they worry she’s having serious memory loss when she’s not any more forgetful than she’s always been. It really isn’t fair, is it?
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You make a great point. Most of who I am has not really changed that much over the years.
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