It's been sneaking up on me, little by little and I finally recognized what it was.
I have gotten to the age that I
need (no, I require) that things are uncomplicated so that I can handle them.
Seems that I can't multi-task or get myself out of pickles or figure out nine different ways to do something at one time.
It just ain't gonna happen!!
I guess that's alright. I am not in a hurry to go anywhere. I don't have meals to cook for a bunch of people, I drive only when I know the traffic is light, I take my time and keep it simple.
Of course, there are times I can't do that!
You know... like when you have to call a company and they give you a dozen steps to follow... push this number, now chose that one, please hold (and you hold for half an hour and they come back on and tell you to push more buttons) and pretty soon you are so flustered you just want to scream. Least, that's me.
I don't like flying anymore. Sure it's easier than driving but they've complicated things, put in kiosks to check in... make you take your stuff off and put it in a basket. (Hey, guy, anybody gonna steal that why you folks are patting me down?), and the long lines, the crowded seating. How about making it more simple for us oldsters.
I don't know about you but I am convinced that this world is run by a bunch of teenagers (the kind that could work a laptop at age 2) and they have no clue that there is anyone out there older than 30.
"OLD LIVES MATTER!"