I have been saying for years that growing up, getting old and slipping into sensible shoes is someone else’s future. Not mine. No level headed hairstyles for me, and while I am at it, lose the “can I help you ma’am?” attitude.
If I needed help, I would call upon any one of my admirers once those silly restraining orders against me have been lifted.
So the other day, I am going about my fantasy life and this little ditty shows up in my email box. I asked if the sender wanted to be identified and she foolishly said, “I don’t care.” So, this is Esme, my oldest friend.
We have known each other since we were three, when I came flying out of my parent’s house to inform Esme and her mother to stay off my property.
The police report noted that I spat at Esme, but I think that was a gross exaggeration. At that age, I was still drooling on myself.
“You know what else I hate? Getting ready for bed. Between the going to the bathroom, brushing my teeth, using the water pic, going to the bathroom, removing the makeup- without which I can’t leave the house anymore.
Cleansing my face, going to the bathroom, applying numerous anti aging moisturizers, layer by layer because I figure if one doesn’t work, there are 10 more on top to cover for it, going to the bathroom, taking all my various medications and constipation remedies.
Checking the door and going to the bathroom, it takes me an hour and I’m already tired when I started.
There is nothing good that I can think of about getting old.
I forgot to mention, I have to wear glasses if I want to see anyone more than 15 feet away from me and even in the last row of the movies, where I have to sit.
They’re very stylish- Do you know how freaking old I feel? This is besides the other glasses that I have to wear if I’m interested in reading anything- like the labels on the increasing medications that I take – do you know how freaking old I feel? Just a thought…….”
My, she does go on, doesn’t she? I have to admit I laughed my butt off and then I had to go the bathroom. The power of suggestion is very strong.
I am not immune when it comes to reaching my next birthday. Several years ago, I had to start to take Synthroid because I have a thyroid that refused to get down and give me 50 sit ups.
I asked for how long I would have to take this medication and the doctor said “forever.” I started to cry. So I am not Superwoman. I have to call my doctor out on this one.
She told me I would start to lose those stubborn (fill in blank) pounds that were hanging around. Oh, really. Does it say big, fat liar on your diploma?
And I do find it a little insulting when I go to a new doctor and they ask how many meds I am on and say “two.” They look at me as if this poor dear is losing it. How about good genes?
For as long as I have known Esme, and when we are not in a wine induced haze, we are sarcastic, intelligent, humorous, catty and self deprecating. The latter is to keep those aging police from coming to round us up. We kill them all with our charm.
Charm doesn’t age. Nor does it get brown spots. And in my world those damn spots are freckles. End of story. Oh, but before I really end it, the two of us can hold our own in a room filled with 30 and 40 year olds. Well, as long as they are men.
I can’t help Esme when it comes to wearing eyeglasses. I just look at them as accessories that keep me from falling down the stairs. Sort of like earrings with radar.
Same goes with constipation remedies. To know my family, is to know that we do not have bodily functions. It was never discussed amongst my people.
I see the ads for the whole assortment of things our bodies do or don’t do and wonder who are these people who take such things and why do they not live in my village?
So in closing, I want to say to all…what was I talking about?
Not!
Nature gives you the face you have at twenty; it is up to you to merit the face you have at fifty.
– – – – Coco Chanel
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Elizabeth
