As You Age, Will You Be Elderly, Senior, Geriatric, and/or Curious?

One can be old, but one should not be elderly, geriatric, blue-haired, past one’s prime, or senior. Those are attitude insulting terms. I could, however, be a grande-dame or a dowager. Ok, maybe not dowager. I like how grande-dame rolls off the tongue.

Words!

Elderly…..well, it just sounds like neediness and infirmity: not able to do everything one wants to, help with walking, or thought process a little slow.

And senior? Senior to whom? Is an 11 year old senior to a 10 year old? Yes, I think so, making that dumb reasoning.

But old? Old is neutral. It’s simply years. Elderly is an attitude. I’m old, versus……….I’m young. And what makes everything I do, movement wise, just so darn fascinating, is that I AM old. And still doing it well, plus some new tricks. I’m not 20, or 30, or whatever. My body has been on this earth for a long time. Big deal. It takes more effort to do things. Ok. And……

My brain isn’t old or young; it’s curious. Maybe I don’t mind being old, so long as I am not considered feeble, senior, or elderly. So long as people don’t pander to my age, pat my head, and my age doesn’t bother me, I don’t care about how many years I have been here. 45, 65, 105, who cares, if I can still move well, if I am still lucid, if I can still kick someone’s butt.

And maybe the word “old” doesn’t offend me the way the others do. Because I’m old, and I ROCK.

It’s just semantics, my thoughts, and my blog.

And that’s me, Aging Intelligently