I turned OLD one day! How did this happen?
The Realization of Others Opinions
I'm not really sure when it happened!
No one said anything to me as a warning of this important event
It was a sudden epiphany for me, actually.
I just ran into that brick wall called reality yesterday.
It occurred while I was having a cold beer along with a sloppy Cheeseburger at a sports bar with my son and son-in-law.
Oh, wipe that smirk off of your face, I know how old I am. I'm 67 years old. I'm retired and I have a lot of the aches and pains that others my age suffer with.
But ....... I still get around OK.
I still raise hell when I see something totally stupid on the news. I still send the occasional letter to the editors, stupid politicians and others who need to set straight about what I consider important issues.
I think great thoughts and I still have dreams of things I want to do and places I want to travel to and see.
But, yesterday, it happened!
ME! Don Bobbitt, the Senior! As Is!
ME! 6-Years Old!
Cold Beer, Peanuts in the Shell and Cold Reality
Reality was served up to me in a Sports Bar.
My wife and I had traveled from our home in Florida several days ago so we could spend the holidays with our kids and our grand-children. It is supposed to be a great time for all, but i have to get over my new reality.
As I said, the three of us escaped the women and kids for a short while and we went out to get some lunch. We walked in and a cute waitress (aren't they all?) showed us to a booth where we could see the game on a large TV.
Then, she came back with a bucket of peanuts in the shell that we immediately attacked while we waited for our beers to show up.
Ten minutes later, with our first beer half empty, and peanut shells duly distributed all over the table and floor around us, the conversation, that had up to now been just random comments on football teams and sports in general, suddenly turned to politics.
After a few comments by both of them, I went into my complaints about how the President and Congress were methodically stripping my medical benefits away and how it was costing myself and my fellow Baby Boomers a lot more money for our health care than it was supposed to cost us.
That's when the first sign of my change in status showed up.
Cheeseburgers for Seniors Book
Living as a Senior with Purpose Book
The Eyes always tell Tell the Truth
First was my Son-in-Law. As I was talking, I watched him start to squirm in his seat and even drop his eyes away from mine several times,
So, I switched to my son and ..... Damn! He was actually frowning at my little diatribe.
I stopped, wondering at what I might have said, and took a long sip of my beer to see who would step in and comment on my complaints.
My son said;
You are from the last generation to be coddled by our governments desire to socialize everything they touch.
I sat back, at this and nodded for him to go on.
My Son-in-Law added;
Yeah, Don, Donny and I will never get the benefits that you and your generation are receiving. When we ever retire, it will be because we saved our money to retire on. We will never get those government checks you are receiving.
I stared! My jaw had dropped open! I was stunned!
My own family had been brainwashed into thinking that I was some kind of welfare recipient.
We all Speak English, but we don't understand each other.
I jumped in and told them;
Hey, you guys! Do you realize that I and my fellow Boomers paid into a Savings System called Social Security and then into Medicare for decades. And we paid what we were told so that we would receive certain benefits, as promised by our Congress when we retired?
I went on for several minutes telling them about how our Congress later used the money from these savings accounts with a promise to replace it later, and now these same representatives want to back out of the promises made to us.
That's when my son stepped in with;
Yeah, Dad! We know all about what was done to YOUR GENERATION. But, now it's OUR GENERATION that has to pay the bills. And we are not happy with the cost.
I looked closer, and realized that he really meant what he was saying to me.
When I realized that I was officially OLD!
Oh, we talked around the subject some more, but no one wanted to hurt anyone's feelings, so we sipped on our beers, ate our giant cheeseburgers and eventually left and went back to our wives and the grand-children.
That's when it settled in to my mind, the reality of what all of you working people, those of you in your thirties, forties even fifties, thinks of us, the Baby Boomer generation.
We are a nuisance and an unbearable expense for you to bear.
We are those OLDER PEOPLE that you have to be polite to, but wish were somewhere else.
When we go out to dinner, you see us as THOSE SENIORS.
When we buy a new sporty automobile you see us WASTING MONEY on a vehicle we are too old to drive and really enjoy.
We are to be "put up with" until we all die off!
We are no longer contributors to your society, your community, your lifestyle.
Being OLD is not a sentence to Death!
In your eyes, and I include not just my son and son-in-law but all of you; we are OLD!
We are OLD and we should just get out of your way.
Screw You! All of You!
We are the Baby Boomers! We have wrought more social and ideological change to the world than any other generation that came before us.
And if you think we are going to walk over into some quiet corner and just watch you and your generation run things as if we were already dead, you are sadly mistaken.
We are going to demand that as we AGE and CHANGE, so shall the world that we live in.
If we want to wear more comfortable clothes, then we are still a large enough population that those designers in New York and Paris will jump on board and make more comfortable clothes the fashion.
If we decide we want more cars to have better Lumbar support systems in them then you can bet that the automobile manufacturers will start spewing out cars with fantastic Lumbar support systems.
And the list of Baby Boomer driven change will continue for at least another couple of decades.
And do you know why? We are the ones with the money in the savings accounts and stock portfolios that drive our economy.
You see we are OLD. Old enough and smart enough to have saved.
If you don't like us driving thing our way, try saving your money now, so you will actially be ready to take over, in a couple of more decades, that is!
Embracing being OLD
So, I am OLD!
I am old, but I am not dead. I have been looking at those new convertibles. Maybe I'll buy one, just for the Hell of it!
My kids don't need any inheritance. Maybe they just need to learn some new lessons.
I think maybe we Boomers should actually spend our hard earned savings and let these YOUNG people who want to push us aside, work for theirs!
What the Hell, nobody cares anyway, and I'm OLD!
© 2013 Don Bobbitt
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