>> Fay, middle aged or old, how do you tell?
> One way is to mention it. I'm 64 and recently told a group of family
> members that I was rapidly approaching middle age. They all became
> silent and looked at each other *meaningfully* and didn't comment on it.
> I think *they're* the old ones. Sense of humor all gone. Maybe I'll buy
> them all nice cardigan sweaters for X-mas.
Some people are just seriously embarrassed by the idea of aging. Like
"social" diseases, it shouldn't be mentioned in polite company. When I
became old enough to get a free city bus pass I was delighted. I
showed off with it when friends or colleagues had to pay bus fares. I
was startled to discover how embarrassed most of them were. Some took
the attitude that if I was really that old I shouldn't be talking
about it. Some expressed sorrowful sympathy that I had become so
old. Some rushed with over-effusive enthusiasm to reassure me that I
certainly didn't look anything like *that* old.
The really sad ones were those who were older than me, and hadn't
bothered to claim their free bus pass because it would be an admission
of age which they felt uncomfortable about making. They preferred to
pay at least a few pounds sterling a week in bus fares rather than
reveal to other bus pasengers, some of whom might be colleagues, that
they were that old.

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Bob (this one) - 29 Sep 2005 18:29 GMT
>>>Fay, middle aged or old, how do you tell?
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> old. Some rushed with over-effusive enthusiasm to reassure me that I
> certainly didn't look anything like *that* old.
My new favorite comment is when the young woman in the grocery store
told me that being old - she meant my age - isn't necessarily bad. Look
how sexy Sean Connery is, she said. I said he didn't really do anything
for me. She looked confused and we talked about eggplant while she
checked out all the young men walking past. I made up stuff to tell her.
She nodded. I talked until her eyes glazed over and her attention span
ran its course, about 4 minutes. She had a so-so behind as I watched her
walk away; jiggly.
Youth is no guarantee of much, either.
> The really sad ones were those who were older than me, and hadn't
> bothered to claim their free bus pass because it would be an admission
> of age which they felt uncomfortable about making. They preferred to
> pay at least a few pounds sterling a week in bus fares rather than
> reveal to other bus pasengers, some of whom might be colleagues, that
> they were that old.
I look at it backwards. Old and alive is better than the alternative.
I truly don't get the whole embarrassment thing. I'm absolutely thrilled
to have lived well past all rational predictions would have had it back
in the 50's. It feels like I'm getting away with something.
Pastorio