Okay. Pretend you are a mere child splashing in the ocean without one single thought about your future.
You’re maybe seven or eight and just getting to the stage where other people are trying to impose their expectations on you.. (You can’t possibly be a fire-woman, what would grandma think?)
What advice would the old geezer in you (who has been around the block a few times) give that innocent little child whose experience was limited only by his/her imagination.
I vacillate between thinking that I’m at the cutting edge of technology (after all I CAN use a microwave) to the opposite end of the scale where it seems everybody is running and I’m limping along at the end of the line with a bent cane.
The eternal, world-without-end-amen stream of data is beginning to wear on me.
A reader dropped me a note suggesting that I do a post blasting cosmetic companies for using 30-something year-olds to advertise products those kids won’t need for another three decades. Amen, sister. I’m on it.
To be honest this has been bothering me for some time too…like for the last 20 years when I’ve been completely available to help advertise the fountain of youth. I could be the “before,” and the peaches and cream “Gidget” could be the “after”.
I’m a bit distracted because I’m watching the last episode of “The Sopranos”. If I hear the “F” word one more time or see anyone else’s finger cut off with a meat cleaver, I must discontinue television.
The good thing is, I signed a contract today for a book deal. The book doesn’t have a title because my editor hasn’t figured out who we are trying to reach.
Easter Sunday approaches, and I’m the last person to get all preachy, but I was thinking about my faith and how it has been the guiding force in my life. Christ suffered the most horrible death imaginable, and we treat him and his Father like some kind of celestial Santa Claus with magical elves.