Being a senior citizen is easy.
Wake up every day and thank your parents for decent DNA and a good immune system.
That’s it, except for the other stuff.
The other stuff? What other stuff?
Lucky people get to be a senior citizen; consider the people you know who died young.
Not so lucky. What would they give to be in your shoes today?
There’s a saying about aging: If you live long enough you’ll be the villain in your own story.
Why the villain and not the hero?
Maybe you weren’t as good as you thought?
Or, maybe the people you were good to have had a change of mind.
Either way, if you get the results you want from the effort you expend, keep at it.
Which brings us to parent as senior citizen.
In the old days life expectancy was lower than it is today, which means we have more time to find good things to do.
Volunteer, take classes, teach classes, exercise like your life depends on it, cook the food you eat. You know, the basics.
You got this far following a regime, so keep going.
Baby boomers are senior citizens no matter how you look at it.
Some have aged well, some not so well, like every other generation.
The thing about boomers is they, we, are the first generation that talked back to their elders.
And the elders were shocked and stunned to hear some kid tell them, “Hell no, I won’t go.”
Now we’re the elders listening to smart aleck kids talking back and we want to do better than our elders.
How’s that working out?
Safety First
Social media has promoted shit talk to high art.
Now it’s not between a husband and wife, a kid and their parents; now the entire world is the audience.
Instead of getting an ass-kicking in real time, the shit talker is immune from their seat in front of a screen.
When things go the other way, the troll screams about their rights.
I’m not a physical beat-down advocate, I’m more of a ‘sticks and stones will break my bones’ kind of blogger.
I keep that in mind as a writer. My influence doesn’t extend to calling out people for their looks, their beliefs, or where they are from.
But I will comment on how you portray yourself, and this is a hard take to express.
I saw a post on twitter showing college kids signing up to vote republican. I’m glad they’re getting involved.
There’s nothing sadder than young people feeling like their elders have left them holding the bag.
They want to believe their lives will be better if they find a way to vote republican.
The weird part is how change is communicated.
Dear Boys and Girls,
One lesson I’ve learned as a senior citizen is the rule of balance: If your choice of candidate is 51% favorable to 49% not, that might be your guy, or gal.
The rule of balance also works in marriage; 51% is carrying the upper hand.
If you’re the spouse with the upper hand and you give it freely to your partner, you are a keeper.
However, if you bitch, moan, and complain, you’re still a keeper. You just need some work.
But that’s not how it works when you plan for the future.
The future for college kids shouldn’t include a retreat leader with no clue on how to lead.
Where’s the appeal to younger voters?