The word "geezer" used to apply to odd old men, yet lately I have seen it used to clump together anyone and everyone who might be in the "senior" category. Hey, I've been called worse. Today, in fact. Score.
My inspiration for my geezer theme is purely based on the observation that there's quite a few people solidly in the geezer category that don't realize it, though their mannerisms and habits have put them squarely in the geezer tribe. But there are telltale signs...
Do this test for yourself: think about an activity you did as a kid or a teen. Make sure it's something that was a bit strenuous but enjoyable; a pleasant memory. We all have these memories of running through the field or playing baseball in the backyard, right? Can you still do that activity with the same enthusiasm? Yes? Move on, this post is not for you.
A few days ago, I mentioned Girl Scouts and camping in a blog post and of course, that started a conversation with an old friend about some of the fun things we did. With each memory, it became more and more obvious to me that I was sliding into geezerhood.
For example, one of my joys used to be hiking and climbing (rocks, trees, anything...). So many of our hikes had a common but basic theme: keep going till you out-hike everyone else. Keep climbing till everyone else quits. Climb that tree, but climb higher than anyone thinks is safe. Do it just because you can. Do it for the feeling that you out-hiked, out-climbed, out-did everyone else.
In fact, that triumphant feeling was very close to the much more satisfying feeling I get now when I say "go on without me" or "that's sounds fantastic...I'M OUT."
I'm experiencing a depleted level of get up and go and apparently, it doesn't show on my well aged mug. The exhausting invites keep coming.
My hobbies and interests apparently are those of a younger but sedentary person, because I find that my friends are mostly twenty years younger than me...some are the age of my own children. I'll listen to many of the well laid out plans of my much younger (and age blind) friends for various activities. It is clear that they are absolutely sure I'm all in...and I'm grateful that I'm considered "one of the gang." Personally, I do realize that I don’t really fit in...their youth is just part of the reason. The biggie is I'm much tireder (and I don't think that's a word, but I don't care) these days. My energy reserve is a shallow pool.
These young friends say things to me like, “We’re doing a 5 K for cancer! You’ve got to do it!!”
Do they not know me? I’m not sure I could do a 1 K…I'm equally pessimistic about all the other consonants…maybe I could P… Yeah, that sounds more like it: You do the K, I'll do the P. I’m your girl. I'll be in the crapper.
As for this or any 5 K, the notion that I must be part of it is technically incorrect, as I do not HAVE to do it. I checked with my lawyer, who also asked me to forget his private cell phone number, which I will never do, because I can tell that secretly he likes when I bug him, the weirdo. I don't have to don tight fitting sportswear and run, sweaty and flushed, to an undisclosed endpoint and no one can make me.
- If you actually look forward to a nap...
- If you get tired thinking about certain activities...
- If you look at a snail and think, "he needs to take it easy..."
YOU MIGHT BE A GEEZER.
There seems to be a pattern of a certain blogger knowing a whole lot about being a geezer.