Friday, January 28, 2011

How to Grow Old

One of the greatest benefits of gray hair is I can say and do things that I'd never have gotten away with when I was 35. Actually, I COULD have said and done a lot of things but when I was 35 but I was way too proud and concerned about maintaining a facade (or several of them, depending on who I was with). When I got my first AARP piece of junk mail, it was objective confirmation that, yes, I'm old. I'm gray. I have more head than hair. The kids at McDonald's call me "Sir" now. But it was also like I got a "WYSIWYG License" sent to me. If I look or sound goofy people will just say, "Ah, he's old..." rather than "What a dork!" But even being called an old dork is now a badge and not an arrow.

This guy is my new hero. THIS GUY is still my hero, too. I think the two of these guys should do a project together. Watch carefully, kids. He's a role model for you in 30 years.

H/T Silouan

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Scotch and blood pressure medication: an ugly combination.

Athanasia said...

Dude...I am so THERE! I want dance lessons! Did you catch a glimpse of his dance partner?

This is totally AWESOME!!

(And I am sooooo stealing this for my blog and FB!)

Anastasia Theodoridis said...

I think I'm older than you. Can I start being one of those legendary babushkas now, wielding an umbrella and telling teens in church to cover up their boobs and bottoms?

ofgrace said...

Actually, I think they were there as interpreters for the deaf. Great job, too! Just get that annoying woman in the beginning out of my way--I couldn't see the real show there for a minute. :-)

Joel said...

The comb over created equillibrium.

wifie said...

Honey, No, no. No.

Nina said...

Ewwwww!