It has been an extremely long time since I wrote anything. I don’t mean since I just posted something. I mean since I really wrote something. Something that was inside my head that comes out onto paper/ the interweb.
To be honest, most of the time I swing between being very tired (just in general) and/ or being very pissed off and angry. I’m not angry at anything or anyone in particular, I’m just angry at the world. This world that rewards people who are selfish arseholes. A world in which the average 14 year old’s life ambition is to “become famous” and not actually learn anything or do anything productive. This world that doesn’t take care of it’s most vulnerable but discards the disabled, the terminally ill, the wounded and the elderly.
Maybe I’m just getting old and grumpy?
So really it’s probably a good thing that I’m not writing, because it would all just be a constant stream of anger, disappointment and disgust that is nothing but boring and depressing.
But today I was at the nail salon and in came a 90 year old lady, assisted by a woman who seemed like a volunteer of some sort. This 90 year old lady came in to have her nails done, she was frail, weak, hunched over and had shaking trembling hands. But boy was she full of life, she had the entire salon laughing the entire time she was there.
She joked about how old she was and how it was wonderful she didn’t have to do any housework, how her nails were the only thing strong about her nowadays, how she was going to go on a bike ride tomorrow on her “three wheeler” and how she might be turning 91 next week but she has a “toy boy” who comes to see her ever Sunday. She smiled and laughed and chatted with everyone – with the salon staff, with all the other customers – she showed off her nails and joked with complete strangers and as she left the salon she turned and waved like a celebrity and everyone waved back and wished her a good weekend. She was amazing. I loved her. She’s made me a little less angry about the world.