Have you ever been told that you make people think of
Not that I look like airaffe but that I make them think of one.
There is a difference! Really!
I don’t have horns, spots, a tail, or hooves.
When I was young and a skinny-minny
my neck and legs looked really long…not so much now…
my knees were kinda knobby…and still are…
and my ears stick out just a tad…then and now.
Then there is the slender gracefulness that somehow
comes across as comical.
And the inquisitive expression that is funny.
Not long ago, I mentioned to a friend how in my youth
I reminded people of a iraffe.
She thought a minute and said she could see why.
Seems she agrees.
It doesn’t bother me this strange resemblance
to a iraffe that I apparently have.
It could be worse.
I knew someone who reminded me of Porky Pig.
Really, who couldn’t fall in love with that face?
That’s my post for the letter
I didn’t when I was young.
Oh, I knew old people,
anyone who was a real adult was old in my eyes,
I couldn’t imagine that someday I would
look and think like them.
I’m not talking about celebrities but regular old people
like parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles, doctors and teachers.
Now that I am of a certain ge it amazes me how young these people are.
Babies are having babies!
And don’t get me started on doctors!
I mean really when did they get so young?
Isn’t there an ge requirement to get a medical license?
Well, I have ged and though I am told I don’t look my ge
I know what I look like first thing in the morning and last thing at night
and it ain’t pretty. Not ugly but definitely old.
Well, it isn’t really okay but in life if you don’t ge you’re dead.
When Willie saw all the colorful flags blowing in the wind he thought, at last, they were going someplace fun and exciting like the circus with acrobats and clowns, tigers and elephants. But once again his parents disappointed him. Oh, it was a circus of sorts but not a fun one just another used car dealer’s place full of junkers.
“Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am in disguise.” Margaret Atwood
I know that a person my age is an adult. I cannot deny I am an adult. I look like an adult and for the most part, I behave like an adult. I have worked forever and I am now semi-retired so that makes me old and old people are adults.
I am a grown-up because I am bigger than a child, take care of myself, own my apartment, have a job, pay bills, grumble and complain, have aches and pains. But I have a hard time taking all that information and equating it with being an adult.
I think I am a much younger person whose body has sped past her true heart and mind. I resemble an adult but really I am a quasi-adult and I am quite happy with that. I would be even happier if the body part would slow down a bit…my disguise is beginning to look somewhat worn.