Doesn't mean I have to like it, does it?
However, the fact is that I'm 71 years old. The fact is that I'm OLD!
I guess I just never wanted to face it.
I mean, I look at myself in the mirror every day, but I guess my mind always saw myself as young, youthful, not necessarily energetic anymore but still full -- in my mind's eye, anyway -- of vim, vigor, and vitality.
I went to get my passport pictures taken today at Kinko's (Federal Express).
At first, the young man behind the counter told me that their camera wasn't working.
Then, another young man came over and snatched the camera out of his arms and changed the batteries. Voila! Camera's now working!!
I looked at two different sets of pictures ... one smiling, one with ends of mouth turned up and eyes (I thought!) twinkling.
The first set looked like I'd been dead and buried already.
The second set looked like I was 187 years old.
I chose the second set to have copies made for my passport pictures.
All you guys who have been screaming to see what I look like ... do you really want to see what I look like? I look like an old hag, is what I look like!
Sorry about the rant, but I've just been brought back down to earth from the optimistic stratosphere I was blithely occupying.