My life has not been blessed with great wealth or fame. I am not and have never been more than average looking. My talents are ordinary and average.
There are those who tell us that as long as you have your hearth… Another not so much.
So is it too much to ask for some dignity? Don’t we all deserve some dignity? Especially as we grow older? Do we have to be the cliché about silly old women?
Okay that should be your first clue that I’m writing not so much about dignity as a lack thereof. Because life is full of a lack thereof when it comes to dignity. And if you don’t laugh about it, it will laugh at you.
I’ve never believed that he/she who laughs last didn’t get the joke. I’ve always believed that he/she who laughs last didn’t think the joke was funny and finally decided to laugh because it was expected. Everyone else is laughing so perhaps I have a substandard funny bone.
In my younger days I would utter a nervous titter which was usually diagnosed as embarrassed because I hadn’t got the joke. That just made me look foolish. Now I just sit stone-faced and look at the teller of the unfunny, usually inappropriate joke as if I was trying to decided what kind of rock they had dwelt under until now.
Getting old is a bad enough joke on us to begin with. Many people try to fight off the process and thus make total fools of themselves. A 70 year old woman with 22 year old boobs doesn’t look sexy, she looks ridiculous. There is no dignity there.
There may be little dignity in having to haul the “girls” up past your waist with a block and tackle but at least you don’t look like some silly old fool trying to look young.
That’s just me. If some women want to fight growing old with lotions and potions and going under the knife who am I to say they shouldn’t. I personally find no dignity there. They are fighting a battle they cannot win. If they want to emulate the Spartans at the Battle of Thermopylae I suppose we should applaud their determination if not their common sense.
There does come the time when you’ve passed just being old to being really old. Then you are suddenly in a whole new phase of your life. You are celebrated for being really old. The fact that you are still breathing is considered remarkable. If you can show some semblance of still possessing a functioning cerebral cortex or have the stamina to walk across the floor you are a marvel. I’m not sure there is dignity in that. But lots of people seem to like the attention. Don’t consider me one of them. I am curmudgeon now and will be one when I’m 100. That’s my dignity!
There are also people who decide if they can’t have dignity they will relish the lack of it. I read about an old lady that decided since the flap on her upper arm was waving in the breeze she’d do something special about it. She had a flag tattooed on it. Now while that arm flaps in the wind so does the American Flag. Bless her for making lemonade out of a lemon. I find a certain dignity, as well as courage in that.
Growing old is not for sissies. The path you now walk is full of pitfalls and pratfalls and affronts to your dignity. Indignities abound. Your body betrays you and your mind often fails you. You want to scream: “This is not what I signed up for!”
Once you calm down, because getting agitated is very bad for your blood pressure and where’s the dignity in blowing a blood vessel because you were pissed off? Life reduced to such choices seems sadly lacking. Until you consider the alternative to growing old.
Maybe I shouldn’t complain about the indignity life thrusts on we mortals. Just look at what we mortals do to our pets:
Cats are dignified animals. Cats do not want to be dressed up in silly costumes. Does that look like the face of a happy cat to you?
How about a dog dressed up by his owner as a bus?
What the ???
And finally let me combine the indignity of an animal with some of the little old ladies I have seen behind the wheel…
Do you suffer from a lack of dignity? Do you have other things, more important things to worry about? You’re right. Never mind.