We all perceive things in our own way. We own our outlook on life. When I read or see something, I am going to interpret it differently than anyone else based on life experience, maturity, intelligence level and inborn prejudices. No two people experience something in the exact same way.
I recently read a book The Extraordinary Life of Sam Hell by Robert Dugoni. There was nothing extraordinary about this book except the one line where it really made me mad.
When Sam talks about his youth, specifically his Mother, he talks about how utterly gorgeous and sexy she was when he was a child. He talks about all the men that wanted to get to know her just a little bit better. But make it clear that he, and apparently others think she is movie star glam and gorgeous.
She is supposed to be in her late twenties at this point…
Let’s skip to her at Sam’s high school graduation:
She was 43…
There’s so much anger and resentment in me that I don’t know where to start.
Is 43 even old? I mean, I get that it’s probably a fair number for middle age, but middle age means the middle. Old implies the end.
43 is the MIDDLE.
Of course we age. When you have kids, boy, do you age. We are supposed to age. Unless your name is Dorian, but then you’ve got a whole set of other problems…
But back to my anger…
Do we spend too much time discussing looks?
This is rhetorical to a point, because based on the billion dollar beauty industry, we spend a lot of time discussing looks…and aging…and how to look younger…
Is aging worse if you’ve been considered attractive your entire life?
Is it OK to decide not to fight aging, but to just accept it? Or do people think you’ve “given up”?
Would it be worse if a woman had written this line as opposed to a man? Or does it not matter who wrote it?
How often do you look at someone you’ve known for awhile and say to yourself- “Wow- they’ve aged?”
How do you perceive aging?
How do you perceive what is old?