Remember that old TV show? It was called "To Tell the Truth", and after host Bud Collyer said that, the three contestants would pretend to stand up-sit down-stand up again, until the REAL John Finklestein finally stood up and grinned at the applauding panelists.
If somebody told the "real Susan" to stand up, to (ahem) tell the truth, I believe I'd have to tell that old lady in the mirror to stay where she is. Freeze! Don't even think about getting up.
How about you? What do you see when you look into a mirror? Does the face looking back at you match the self-image you carry around in your head? Or have you begun to recognize glimpses of your parent, or even worse, your grandparent, peering back at you through the looking glass? (Beam me up, Alice!)
Ah, don't sweat it. Happens to the best of us. Best way to avoid the annoying inconsistency is to stay away from mirrors as much as possible. Besides, they lie, you know. Especially the full-length ones in clothing store dressing rooms. (I suspect someone actually puts fun house mirrors in those places just to screw with our heads.)
I say ... embrace your youthful spirit and inner child. So what if the image in the mirror doesn't agree with what you feel? Don't let a few wrinkles and sags get you down. (Because it's too darned hard to get back up again!) Laugh. Learn. Play. Enjoy. Carpe the hell out of the diem.
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Have you ever gone to a high school reunion? It's true what they say. My hubby and I went to one about eighteen years ago, and you know, those other people were so old ...
Reminds me of the story about the gal who went to a new dentist for the first time. While in the waiting room, she noticed his diploma hanging on the wall, and the name on it made her think of a handsome heartthrob with the same name that had been in her high school class. When she saw him, though, she decided he was much too old to have been her classmate. Even so, she asked if he'd attended her high school. He did. "What year did you graduate?" she asked. "Fifty-nine," he said. "I was in your class!" she exclaimed. He looked at her closely. Then, as she described it, that ugly, wrinkled, old, fat, bald, gray, decrepit SOB asked, "What did you teach?"
Ah, if only the world could see us as we see ourselves, huh? Obviously, these critters feel right at home with their self-images ..
Until next time, take care of yourselves. And each other.
Since I've posted this video in the past, some of you have already seen it, but whenever I think about growing older, this video pops into my mind, so I'll share it again for you new followers. Is there a song that makes you feel young? That makes you want to crank up the volume and sing along whenever you hear it? Born to Be Wild is one of those songs for me. Alas, this is a more suitable version for me these days: