Everything Old

This is the first time I've posted on my new blog. Hello and welcome if you're reading this. I've been journaling for years, but of course, no one can read that but me. Just as well. There are things that y'all don't need to know, but so much more that I want to share.

"Everything old is new again." And that includes me. I feel like I'm back in high school. People look at me and decide what they think I should be. They set my limits by their own limitations, sigh deeply and walk away satisfied. They "know" who I am before I've even opened my mouth. They laugh at me and whisper behind hands if I don't "act right."

Apparently, I'm not doing my 50s correctly. My slowdown isn't slow enough for those who measure such things. My tastes aren't predictable enough. I am different. And, like in high school, those who do not conform often suffer the consequences. Apparently, I'm not supposed to like MTV or VH1. Wildboys shouldn't make me laugh, rap should offend my sensibilities, videogames should confuse me, change should infuriate me. Oops.

But like in high school days, I feel like I'm just starting out. I'm back in school (majoring in Film Studies), I'm trying new things, like furniture recycling. I'm laughing and being silly, craving attention and full of hope and enthusiasm about my future. Yes, at almost 60, I have plans for the future.

Ain't I something! I hope many, many young types will read and respond to this. I'd love to hear what you think.