I’m Tired of Being a 20-Year-Old in a 70-Year-Old Body

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words I have been using for the last 65 or so years? Why keep inventing new ones?</p><p id="0698"><b><i>What has changed?</i></b></p><p id="cc25">I still drive at night. I know I shouldn’t. Then again, I am seldom out at night so it probably doesn’t matter.</p><p id="acea">We eat dinner most days before 5:00 pm. It is better that way. If I eat too late, then I can’t sleep at night. Not that I sleep all that well most nights. That is a subject for another article.</p><p id="3bf2">I go to the doctor more often than I used to. I also noticed my doctor seems to travel to exotic places more often now. Geriatric medicine must be very lucrative.</p><p id="9402"><b><i>It is what it is.</i></b></p><p id="b0f3">Getting older is not all bad. I get senior discounts almost everywhere I go. If I do something stupid, younger people just shake their heads and figure I am old and likely senile.</p><p id="b913">Except for healthcare, most of my bills are lower. I don’t buy fancy clothes any longer. I haven’t worn a suit in years. Most of the sporting events I watch are televised so I don’t pay for expensive tickets or outrageous prices for beer and hotdogs. The music at rock concerts is too loud for me so I save money by not going to live concerts. Besides I don’t like modern music anyway.</p><p id="5784">I have a pension and receive Social Security, at least for now. Even better. Since I have spent my whole life working and saving, I have enough money to buy almost anything I ne

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ed. When it comes to money, you can say I am, “Boujee.” At least I think I am.</p><p id="28e3">Like Ponce De Leon, I haven’t found the Fountain of Youth. Yes, I realize when it comes to aging, my body continues to outpace my mind. This year, my mind will turn 21. I plan to take some money out of my bank account and buy myself a drink.</p><p id="fcb9">¹<i> <b>Boujee</b> — Someone who is high-class and owns expensive things. It got famous after American Hip-Hop group Migos released the song “bad and boujee”.</i></p><p id="7890"><b><i>How to use it:</i></b><i> “Wow! She’s so boujee”</i></p><p id="106a">More from Crow’s Feet:</p><div id="1699" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/my-nostalgic-thermometer-crows-feet-writing-prompt-9-6a878eed623"> <div> <div> <h2>My Nostalgic Thermometer: A Piece of History from a Bygone Day</h2> <div><h3>Crow’s Feet Writing Prompt #9</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*nBzzS0jZF-mHSjBTBCcZnQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="e02d"><a href="https://jdomino.medium.com/subscribe">I hope you have enjoyed this article. If you want to read more like this: Subscribe to my Medium articles — you’ll get an email when I publish.</a></p></article></body>

Or maybe I’m just tired.

Where is Ponce De Leon when you need him?

I have been so frustrated lately. It seems my legs and my mind are at odds.

This morning it happened again. I was positive that I could run down that ball my opponent lobbed over my head. Yet, the ball somehow scooted past me for the winner.

My legs are acting like a Republican Congressman. I refuse to recognize the game has changed. Instead, I complain about the size of the tennis court or the speed of the ball. Complaining won’t change anything. My objections won’t compel the ball to stop bouncing. I need a new strategy.

It seems it is happening more each day. The harder I try the less I accomplish. It took me twice as long to write this article as it did in the past. Is it possible there are just too many words in my head? Some words I don’t even understand. What does “Boujee”¹ mean, and how do I use it in a sentence?

Why can’t I keep using the same words I have been using for the last 65 or so years? Why keep inventing new ones?

What has changed?

I still drive at night. I know I shouldn’t. Then again, I am seldom out at night so it probably doesn’t matter.

We eat dinner most days before 5:00 pm. It is better that way. If I eat too late, then I can’t sleep at night. Not that I sleep all that well most nights. That is a subject for another article.

I go to the doctor more often than I used to. I also noticed my doctor seems to travel to exotic places more often now. Geriatric medicine must be very lucrative.

It is what it is.

Getting older is not all bad. I get senior discounts almost everywhere I go. If I do something stupid, younger people just shake their heads and figure I am old and likely senile.

Except for healthcare, most of my bills are lower. I don’t buy fancy clothes any longer. I haven’t worn a suit in years. Most of the sporting events I watch are televised so I don’t pay for expensive tickets or outrageous prices for beer and hotdogs. The music at rock concerts is too loud for me so I save money by not going to live concerts. Besides I don’t like modern music anyway.

I have a pension and receive Social Security, at least for now. Even better. Since I have spent my whole life working and saving, I have enough money to buy almost anything I need. When it comes to money, you can say I am, “Boujee.” At least I think I am.

Like Ponce De Leon, I haven’t found the Fountain of Youth. Yes, I realize when it comes to aging, my body continues to outpace my mind. This year, my mind will turn 21. I plan to take some money out of my bank account and buy myself a drink.

¹ Boujee — Someone who is high-class and owns expensive things. It got famous after American Hip-Hop group Migos released the song “bad and boujee”.

How to use it: “Wow! She’s so boujee”