Lost Independence

•March 3, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Hearing of actor Mickey Rooney being abused just makes me sick. I wonder how I’ll be treated when I can no longer get around and take care of myself. Who will be there for me, anyone? It’s scary enough growing old, watching loved ones pass, your body deteriorating bit by bit. I think all of us have an illusion of ourselves. I think we visualize ourselves as we were in our “prime”, I know the mirror isn’t as nice to me as it used to be. Can you imagine looking into the mirror and wondering where you went? Who is this I’m looking at, it can’t be me. Can you conceive not being able to go to the bathroom alone or needing help eating because your hands are so unsteady? I remember watching my grandfather sit at the kitchen table with the local newspaper in hand. His hands trembled so badly. I, as a child, wondered if he could even read it. You lose all of your independence and truly need others. But when you’re old, no one wants to be bothered. This is when we are at our most vulnerable. I don’t understand how anyone can do it. How can they live with themselves? Imagine working your whole life taking care of and providing for your family, only for them to neglect or abandon you in your senior years. There are some lucky seniors who have family or maintain their independence into their later years, I hope I’ll be one.


I may be politically incorrect but I’m free to be

•March 2, 2011 • 4 Comments

Is it just me or does anyone else miss the good old days? Being able to have family dinners without texting. Children playing outside, using tin cans as phones, not the latest smartphone.  We are so caught up with technology that we have forgotten what’s really important. It’s not that I don’t enjoy the newest gadgets. I wish though that there was more focus on family.  We are bombarded with advertisements from the moment we wake up. You can’t even pump gas or stand in a checkout line in peace. All the push for the next best thing has led us to hasty production. Nothing is made to last. Everything is disposable. How can that be “green”? Integrity is just  something that seems to have gone along the wayside. Where has our pride gone? What are we if we don’t have pride in our work? We need to make  a change. We must show our children what is important and lead by example. Our  everyday lives need to show that our interactions with our children, spouses, family are what life is really about. Respect needs to be instilled in our homes. All too often I hear children talking back to their parents and their parents dismissing it. Parents in general have become lazy. It takes a lot of work to raise a child properly. Anyone can have a kid and just watch him or her grow. If you don’t have the energy or time to invest into your offspring, don’t have them. My words sound harsh I know. Everything nowadays is politically correct – a joke in itself. Politicians are among the most corrupt but yet we call ourselves politically correct, it’s ironic. We are free to make our own choices. We imprison ourselves into conforming with everyone else. Please do what YOU feel is right, not what is “perceived” as correct. Enough of my ranting. Spend time with your family today, away from the cellphones and netbooks. Try for a moment to go back to the basics. You will find that peace within.

Am I like you?

•March 1, 2011 • 6 Comments

Where does life go when it passes us by? I am always looking at ways to perfect my life, so much that I can’t enjoy my own. My thoughts hold me prisoner. The harder I attempt to rebel, the more I realize I’m never going to escape them. I wonder . . . is it only me? Am I nutty? What does everyone else do? I close my eyes and my mind runs wild. At night my body is so exhausted but my head is just spinning with nonsense. I think about cleaning the kitchen, the family that I don’t get along with, what I should do with my flat, limp hair. I won’t bore you but it goes on forever. That is why I’m here. Perhaps getting my thoughts out here will help me not obsess so much over such insignificant things. Tell me, do you sometimes feel overwhelmed by your own thoughts?