Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Hard To Fucking Believe
I am 68 years old. I don't feel 68 years old. I don't believe that I think or act as if I am 68 years old, but I am. Sometimes I am so in disbelief of my age that I take out my IPhone, go to the camera and reverse the view so that I can look at myself on the camera screen. It's still hard to believe.
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So, for me, also long time no blog, plus mine is dang MS-centric,
ReplyDeletebut I stumbled on your post with Bill Cosby's, "taking us to the zoo," so I came here and saw your diminished sense of smell and your "how'd I get to this number of age?"
Well, I just super-realized that I'm 51 when a 40 year old kinda dumped me... What could I say? Alright, plenty, but there was that dang 51.
Then I wondered if you know why the Chevy Nova sold so poorly in central and south America? Ha ha.
OH, right, the sense of smell.... When I "got," MS, I suddenly could not tolerate the taste of BASIL, and often wonder about people with altered awareness-es (not druggy-altered) and related thinking. (The intended gist of my blog, but clearly not demonstrable by ME, ha ha.)
Okay, my thinking is disjointed (or call it non-linear to feel younger, like Brooklyn-hip?? ...won't work, but it IS a used term)...
...but anyway, Hi.
((( I assume you have delete powers over my comment nonsense in case it's too unsuitable? )))