For those of us who were born in or remember the 50s well,
we are getting to a certain age where things are going wrong at an alarming
frequency. Today, I woke remembering something
that didn’t happen. Not only didn’t it
happen, it could never have happened. It’s
moments like these that you wonder about your own mental acuity. I wonder if I’m loosing it. What could it be? Alzheimer’s?
Dementia? Schizophrenia? It’s like that joke: They say the second thing
to go is the memory… I can’t remember what the first thing is. Should
I be worried? Or should I merrily go
along and chalk it up to yet another brain-burp? At this point I vote for the later. Why worry? It’s like rocking in a rocking
chair. I won’t get anywhere but I’ll
have something to do while I get there.
As the years go by, I feel sure I’ll have more and more of
these brain-burps to look forward to. My
best bet is to just laugh at myself instead of taking myself so seriously. Ain’t none of us getting out of this alive
anyway. May as well enjoy the ride while
I can.
