Growing old

A whinge.

This is hard. There are no two ways to say it.

I know it’s ‘better’ to grow old than die young, but getting old just is not easy.

You know you are growing old when your body starts changing, and your physical health isn’t what it was. I haven’t even got to fifty yet.

It’s not so much wearing glasses/contact lenses (I always have done), or even going grey – I’ve still only got a handful of grey/white hairs so can easily pluck them out.

It’s things like your fillings falling out – the ones you should probably never had had in the first place had it not been for the unethical drill and fill policy at the time. Your teeth are still hanging on in there, just complete with a load of gaps and pointy edges.

After twenty or more years of the same body shape, something starts to change. It doesn’t even look out of proportion. It is just, well, bigger. And actually, I don’t want to be bigger. I have spent forty years being slim, and after being insultingly called skinny and flat-chested I have finally got used to it, only for it to change. All my darling designer clothes no longer fit.

Colds seem to take longer than ever to go away, not just flu, just boring old colds. Serious injuries – like those incurred by the Cat Chasing Monster – literally take a year or more.

You start to worry about health care. (Especially when you have worked in the NHS).

You certainly worry about money. Especially when the fucking British government retrospectively changes the age of pensions for women. May you all rot in hell for screwing me and everyone else on my pension planning you total and utter gits.

People start dying on you. One university friend died in his late 30s, a former neighbour and good friend died suddenly last year in his 60s. Your parents decide to leave you alone in the world and suddenly wipe out half of your past.

And what is really bad about getting older? You are aren’t even any wiser. You make the same mistakes. Sadder and older and wiser is just not true. Sadder and older maybe, but no wiser. In fact I think I was more sensible when I was young and just told people to fuck off when they got up my nose.

You wonder if you will ever do those things you planned to do. And you wonder if you even want to do them any more. When your motivation goes, you know you are getting old.

There are times when I feel like the oldest 25-year-old on the planet. Because I still think I am 25. And that’s the problem.

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About roughseasinthemed

I write about my life as an English person living in Spain and Gibraltar, on Roughseas, subjects range from politics and current developments in Gib to book reviews, cooking and getting on with life. My views and thoughts on a variety of topics - depending on my mood of the day - can be found over on Clouds. A few pix are over on Everypic - although it is not a photoblog. And of course my dog had his own blog, but most of you knew that anyway. Pippadogblog etc
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2 Responses to Growing old

  1. Scarlett says:

    oh no, you must not feel like this.My mantra is nowadays “the best is yet to be”. I just want to be alive, and kicking!It is bad when friends die and of course parents too, but time does not stand still, everyone is getting older at the same pace.Yes, I was greatly annoyed about the change in age of pensions……too. But then Gordon Brown is the Work of The Devil, or perhaps even is the Devil Incarnate for all I know.All politicians are the same, I have no truck with them.I am no wiser, (my recent escapcades with pavements rising up to meet me when drunk (not the pavements drunk but me) are proof of this fact)……..but perhaps I never will be wiser, was never meant to be.All I know is, I wake up in the morning and am thankful I am here on this pretty good earth for yet another day.This is what keeps us going, and hopefully keeps us young in mind and spirit.Also just had my hair cut by a trendy guy…….who was not at all handsome and very small in stature………but who could cut for Britain. I have beautiful hair even though I am old….older than you by a few years…..because….hey my favourite phrase “because I’m worth it!” and so are you!lotsaluv, Scarlett Who Has Flounces not Wrinkles. xxxxx

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  2. Ann Stasia says:

    people with poker straight hair are the work of the devil too.Curly Anna.ps that Scarlett, she is a hussy, plus she is actually doing something at her great age, which she wants to do…..and has always wanted to do, so there is plenty of time!Also if Scarlett is leaving us for a few weeks, I may have a chance with dear sweet Rhett, or even Willie………….or bothMen are the work of the devil too.but such fun……..Anna Stasia

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