“Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older…” Remember when the Beach Boys sang this – and we all agreed? What were we thinking?
Back in the day – before all of his legal problems, when so many of us thought Bill Cosby was one of the funniest comedians – ever… In one of his bits about aging, he quipped that when he was a kid, he thought God just put old people here for him to look at. I confess I must have thought that same thing. You know, like all horrific things – we tend to think they just happen to other people, not to us.
Yeah, right.
Well, this just in: AGE HAPPENS.
And you know that old saying, “Time flies when you’re having fun”?
No – uh-uh. Time just flies, irrespective, with absolutely no relation to the amount of fun you may or may not be having. Believe me, time could not care less. It doesn’t give a flying fig whether you’re having fun. It just flat-out flies.
Another misconception is that age is only a number.
Really? Well, so is the speed limit and your credit score. But, they still restrict your life.
I often compare aging to the 1988 Tom Hanks film Big, where he went to bed a 12-year-old, and woke up 30 years old. It is exactly like that! One day you are young and cute, then, bam! You wake up – well, old.
But, wait! Old is a word we must never-EVER use (in reference to our generation). Nor do we use the s-word – senior – unless it gets us a discount on something – wink! Otherwise, my fellow readers “of a certain age,” specifically born between 1946 and 1964, we are forever Baby Boomers. No other label shall be applied.
That said, it used to be a lot more fun being a Baby Boomer.
I think it really struck me that this giant g-g-g-g-generation of mine was really special (and kinda cool) in the early 1980s. We had all grown up, had jobs, mortgages, credit cards, and kids. But, we were still under the safety net of our parents’ “greatest generation,” you know, the one that survived the Great Depression, and World War II. Overall, they still held all the most powerful positions in business and government. So, we Boomers were just old and strong enough to control our personal lives, finances, and maybe push some limits.
Now, when I identify as a Baby Boomer, I feel like that scene in the movie Space Cowboys where the young astronauts send a round of drinks to the old guys – bottles of Ensure! 🤦🏻♀️
A few years ago, I had the unfortunate obligation of attending a family Easter dinner at the home of someone else’s family. I overheard the
40-ish year-old host explaining to his 12-year-old son how this country’s financial crisis is due to all the Baby Boomers’ mismanagement when in power, and because they’re now sucking the Social Security. Seriously! He said this right in front of his own parents, both likely Boomers, though they seemed considerably older than I. At any rate, he didn’t seem concerned about whom he might be offending or, for that matter, the validity of his theory.
And another thing – I am tired of being treated like an old person. Seriously, a few months ago, a dentist noticed my shoes, and said I was the second patient that day to be wearing those same shoes. I cautiously asked, “Was she old?” And without missing a beat, and zero effort for diplomacy, he said, “Yes, she was.”
I just thought, “Well, kill me now.” It was these shoes.
👇🏻 👇🏻
So, are Skechers now the official shoe of (what others consider) old people? Well, I have been blessed with good health, and can walk as briskly as ever in them – maybe even run. Besides, I’m not sure they still make PF Flyers.
Anyway, just a few things this Baby Boomer misses and wishes she could still do:
• I wish I was still capable of breaking a guy’s heart – not intentionally. It would just be so nice to have someone so attracted to me, that if unrequited, it could be heartbreaking – just for a little while. 💙
• I miss the occasional double-takes – not the lewd kind – the subtle complimentary second looks.
• I miss hand-written love notes.
• When the phone rang, and you didn’t know who it was – ahh, the hope and eager anticipation that it might be someone special – calling me.
• I even kinda miss PMS – a valid reason for being cranky.