Flashback ~ Perky Tits, Neck Waddle, Youth, Aging and Not Giving A F*ck

Flashback ~ Perky Tits, Neck Waddle, Youth, Aging and Not Giving A F*ck

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You guys!
Just yesterday I was talking with my sister about aging, botox, frown lines and that damn upper lip of mine! Some things never change! Cheers!
Happy Friday!
xox


“Youth is wasted on the young” ~ George Bernard Shaw

Fuck. I was just thinking about that today.

About youth and aging.

About perky tits and chicken neck waddle.

About going from looking in the mirror and worrying if you have enough concealer to hide the zits, to being completely helpless without the assistance of a mega-powerful magnifying mirror developed by some sadistic scientists at NASA to apply anything besides Chapstick.

By the way, news flash, what in holy hell happened to my lips?

Every morning I send out a search party out to find my upper lip.  It disappeared around five years ago, leaving only a butt pucker looking facsimile which my bottom lip lacks the volume to compensate for. I miss it.  If you see it out on the town, wearing a bleeding-into-the-creases, wildly undefined coat of Chanel red lipstick—please tell it I’m looking for it.

What I was really pondering, was my ability as a young woman to fluctuate between being utterly fearless—to riddled with insecurity, indecision and doubt.

It was quite a swing, the speedball of emotional cocktails – and I know I’m not the only one.  You can’t hide.  I can sense you there.

Things that used to terrify me, sending me into a cold sweat, have now become second nature. And vice versa.

These days I have no problem letting someone know if they’re out of line. I have mastered the art of confrontation (which when done well is an art) to the point where it doesn’t even feel like a disagreement and often we all end up laughing, hugging, singing Kumbaya and taking a selfie.

I also spontaneously hug people – in public.  Complete strangers. It can be triggered by the most random of things, a great haircut, a cool tattoo, an interesting laugh, what they’re eating, a cute dog or if I happen to catch them crying.

As a younger woman I would have rather been killed by a clown car full of disapproving authority figures.

Back then what I lacked in-depth I made up for in reckless abandon.
I was born with very little modesty.  I’d show my boobs to anyone who’d ask (there may have been requests), pee without closing the door and walk across a beach or crowded pool party in a bikini (gasp) without a cover up.

I know! I was oblivious. There is photographic proof.

Now just recalling those things makes me sick to my stomach.

I’d also sing at the drop of a hat.  At the top of my lungs.  That is until I turned thirty and developed crippling stage fright which only released its grip on me after fifty when I no longer gave a fuck.

I care less and less about making a fool of myself, which is one of the HUGE side benefits of getting older. I cannot overstate that.

 If only I’d felt that way back then. I’d be Lady Gaga by now.

As I established earlier this month, the older I get, the less fucks I give.  I have a limited amount left and I don’t want to waste one.

I’m a Nazi about only spending time with the people I want to see, doing the things I want to do.

I no longer give a fuck about chipped nail polish, carrying the “right bag”, who the latest, greatest anything/anyone is, how big your diamond is, how much grey hair I have, the ebb and flow of the stock market, keeping up with the Kardashians, or who wore it better.

I have bigger fish to fry.

All I give a fuck about these days is my health, the people I love, and what my dog think of me.

A friend complained to me recently, “Oh God, I don’t need any more friends, I have forty years worth, and I don’t see enough of the ones I have!”

Not me! It seems I make new friends faster and more easily as I’ve gotten older.

Either people have become less discerning or I’ve suddenly become much more interesting and engaging. (I’m not sure which one bodes better for me.)

Maybe it’s true that like a fine wine, I have improved with age. The jury’s still out on that but what I DO know is that I’ve become infinitely more approachable.
And curious.

I was so self involved when I was young, (if it had been an Olympic sport, I would have medaled), that I really didn’t give a rat’s ass about anyone else.  I also thought I knew it all.  Now I’m certain of ONE thing only:  I don’t know shit about shit.

Here’s the thing,  these days other people seem SO frickin’ interesting to me. Everyone’s doing something fabulous that I need to hear about right now! Their lives are complex, multi-faceted nuggets of wonder and goodness. When did that happen?

In my opinion, youth is wasted on the young simply because of their lack of appreciation. Also, because in not knowing any better, too many fucks are wasted on frivolous shit that doesn’t matter a day, let alone a year or ten years later.

And by the fact that in the moment, being young seems like it will last forever.   Doesn’t it?

Curious to hear what you think.
Big love,
Xox

2 Comments
  • dominator says:

    Like you, I’ve discovered that the more I learn, the less I know, but it’s fun being curious.

    I went back to look at this reprise and this was my comment on 1/26/15:
    “Fearlessness with experience is what gives us wisdom.
    Love with experience also gives us wisdom.
    Consciousness with experience IS wisdom.
    The magic is the experience… Live in the NOW!”

    I don’t really see the relevance to the subject of this post and I frankly don’t recognize my own writing but I think that it is somewhat profound.
    (It’s also pretty obvious that I have a very healthy ego).

    • jbertolus says:

      You kill me, Dominator! I love that you go back and research previous comments! That’s a riot!
      The magic IS in the experience!
      xoxJanet

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