'At Some Point In Time You Will Become Invisible'
Out of sheer boredom the other night I found myself cruising the dating site. I'm allowed...I'm single. My boredom continued as I randomly clicked on pictures of beautiful women until I finally ran across a profile that caught my attenton. Beside a pic of a super hot twenty eight year old woman was a headline that read, 'If You're Old Don't Contact Me...' There she was, a woman with enough spunk to put into words what most other women fear...OLD AGE!
I must make myself clear. I am NOT the least bit interested in younger women. Been there, done that, and got the scars to prove it. This young woman's honesty was like a bolt of lightening shooting through a darkened sky. Our American society has no tolerance, no respect, truthfully...no use for those of us now approaching the far side of our prime... commonly known as the Baby Boomers.
Even those now seeing forty looming before them still slam those of us who paved the way for them. Blake Shelton, that charming country singer/The Voice judge, recently made his feelings public, stating that 'nobody wants to hear music from the old farts anymore' I was surprised at the remark. I was disappointed as well.
I began noticing the change a couple of years ago. For as long as I'd been 'scooting a boot' at the clubs on Saturday night, I'd always been able to turn the heads of the ladies. Fewer heads turned as I approached the magic age of fifty. For years I held the belief that a good bar on a Saturday night was the best place for a man to go all alone and not be alone. There came a point in time when that statement was no longer true. I found myself suddenly in a crowded Texas bar on a Saturday night surrounded by hundreds of people ...with an eerie feeling of complete alone-ness. My time had come. I had joined others before me who had become invisible.
Disheartened, I began searching for someplace where I wouldn't be invisible. It wasn't the library, or Walmart or the grocery store, certainly not the park. (Folks are suspicious of men my age hanging around parks.)
Finally I forced myself to do something I hadn't done in years. I went to church one Sunday. It was a whole 'nother world. Little children looked up and smiled. Their young mothers shook my hand and greeted me. Their dads introduced themselves. I became acquainted with doctors, lawyers, government officials, the weatherman, and a whole lot of regular guys like me. I even found really OLD people there, who came out of their way to make me feel a part of this brand new family...and it felt good! In fact, last Sunday an elderly gentleman stepped up to me and asked, "You a single man?" I nodded. He grinned and replied, "I've got a daughter that I'd like you to meet..." I was not invisible anymore. What I found inside that church was a good enough reason to keep going back, and after awhile I discovered why nobody is invisible at church. It's in the Bible...'God is Love.' I had found love. It's what I'd been looking for all along!
One last point I'd like to make. Your day is coming...if you're lucky to stay alive long enough, you will become invisible, too. Keep that in mind next time you pass one of 'us' in the grocery aisle and stare right through us as if we're invisible. Just a smile to let us know you really could see us standing there...easy enough?
I must make myself clear. I am NOT the least bit interested in younger women. Been there, done that, and got the scars to prove it. This young woman's honesty was like a bolt of lightening shooting through a darkened sky. Our American society has no tolerance, no respect, truthfully...no use for those of us now approaching the far side of our prime... commonly known as the Baby Boomers.
Even those now seeing forty looming before them still slam those of us who paved the way for them. Blake Shelton, that charming country singer/The Voice judge, recently made his feelings public, stating that 'nobody wants to hear music from the old farts anymore' I was surprised at the remark. I was disappointed as well.
I began noticing the change a couple of years ago. For as long as I'd been 'scooting a boot' at the clubs on Saturday night, I'd always been able to turn the heads of the ladies. Fewer heads turned as I approached the magic age of fifty. For years I held the belief that a good bar on a Saturday night was the best place for a man to go all alone and not be alone. There came a point in time when that statement was no longer true. I found myself suddenly in a crowded Texas bar on a Saturday night surrounded by hundreds of people ...with an eerie feeling of complete alone-ness. My time had come. I had joined others before me who had become invisible.
Disheartened, I began searching for someplace where I wouldn't be invisible. It wasn't the library, or Walmart or the grocery store, certainly not the park. (Folks are suspicious of men my age hanging around parks.)
Finally I forced myself to do something I hadn't done in years. I went to church one Sunday. It was a whole 'nother world. Little children looked up and smiled. Their young mothers shook my hand and greeted me. Their dads introduced themselves. I became acquainted with doctors, lawyers, government officials, the weatherman, and a whole lot of regular guys like me. I even found really OLD people there, who came out of their way to make me feel a part of this brand new family...and it felt good! In fact, last Sunday an elderly gentleman stepped up to me and asked, "You a single man?" I nodded. He grinned and replied, "I've got a daughter that I'd like you to meet..." I was not invisible anymore. What I found inside that church was a good enough reason to keep going back, and after awhile I discovered why nobody is invisible at church. It's in the Bible...'God is Love.' I had found love. It's what I'd been looking for all along!
One last point I'd like to make. Your day is coming...if you're lucky to stay alive long enough, you will become invisible, too. Keep that in mind next time you pass one of 'us' in the grocery aisle and stare right through us as if we're invisible. Just a smile to let us know you really could see us standing there...easy enough?
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