lmao—ok Linda ya did it again

ki b, You might not have to wait until 55. But remember when you were twenty and you believed you knew or could know if you tried hard enough, everything. Then at thirty you believed there was a solution for everything, all you had to do was look for it and try hard enough. Then at forty everything starts to unravel, you didn’t know it all anymore or couldn’t work fast enough to fix it. I made a lot of noise in my forties. Not that I hadn’t before, but not wearing red and a hat too boot. Somewhere in your fifties you finally stop struggling, you realize you not only don’t know the answers but you are not sure of the questions. You start to re-negotiate with life. You are or are becoming invisible. You either get angry, make peace with it, or use it to your advantage. Like doing something outrageous to draw attention. I kinda refused to join the updated version of the stepford wives. I personally spent the fourth at one of those upscale 55+ communities. They were all nice people, they all looked alike, all sounded alike and they seemed weird to me but that’s just me. I choose to live in the middle of the city where they only come in groups, and would probably wince if they saw the young people who live in my rental units or who partied across the street the night of the fourth. To survive here you have to be able to handle a drum beat some nights that goes till dawn. I digress, probably the most important thing that happens as you get older is being discounted because you are old, and anybody 55 or older will not do that because they know it is happening to them.