Last week I really dropped the ball on the blog post didn't I? I'm so sorry reader dears. But Monday is a day to recover and recommit. So to start this week off just right I bring the Caveat Queen (my mysterious guest blogging friend) and her thoughts on youth, aging, and a club she never realized the joined.
Sea
Monkeys and The Goodness of Aging
That
old saying, “Age has its privileges,” always sounded really snooty and
annoying, when I was a kid. I understood
it to mean that my elders got to do things like go ahead of me in line at the
store, have some cool stuff that I didn’t, and maybe they all secretly belonged
to some club, and I was on the outside looking in and just didn’t know what I
was looking at since I was still a dumb kid.
Well,
some of that turned out to be true and some didn’t. Rarely did adults get ahead of me in any
lines throughout my youth, unless they only had a few items, and I had a lot.
And sometimes my mom still had to tell me to let them go ahead. It’s not that I was greedy; I just didn’t usually
notice that stuff. I was a kid. I was busy reading the Archie comics at the
register that my mom wouldn’t allow me to have, and performing my rudimentary
math skills to see if I could afford a candy bar or not. Some adult standing behind me with a baby in
one arm and a thing of laundry soap in the other might as well have been
invisible in my world, which ended right about at the belly button of the adult
cosmos. Seems to me I got more aware of
the needs of others as I got…taller. The
ability to make eye contact is a rarely considered factor in the development of
compassion.
