*Takes AllAboutSoul under her wing and coos softly."
Look on the bright side. As someone else mentioned, people expect eccentricity from us. People assume we can't walk very well so they open doors, bring chairs for us. And that sassy little rascal in the WalMart checkout takes one look and knows not to mess with us! I don't have to punch a clock or play sick if I don't feel like doing something. I get a check for being old. Hee. And I've got some money I worked for all those years to play with. I can flirt shamelessly with waiters and busboys and nobody looks askance, including my husband. Not too shabby. . .
Age has it's advantages if you're lucky enough to get there.
"No ray of sunshine is ever lost, but the green which it awakes into existence needs time to sprout, and it is not always granted to the sower to see the harvest. All work that is worth anything is done in faith." - Albert Schweitzer
Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?
Well, even though it's not in my profile, I've admitted my age in several places in this forum. In "real life", though, I tend not to admit that I'm 30, because physically I look about 18 and I act about 17.9 (due my natural unworldliness and lack of experiences) -- and I don't want people to judge me as "immature".
I haven't really advertised my age (43) because most of you are younger and I didn't want to be in the 'mom' role. I also thought I was the oldest one here - but I see that this isn't the case. OK - I'll put my age in my profile.