I will start this post with a bit of humour and end it on a very serious note. Both to drive home the thrust of this post.
I am a member of a number of WhatsApp groups and one of the problems of being so is the repetitions that one has to face every day. Some posts go viral so fast that I not only get to see them on various groups but, also through individual messages from contacts.
One such recent video is about a Super Senior gent who is past ninety and still going strong with daily physical exercises, marathon running, proper diet etc, etc, etc. In the clip he is asked about his longevity and he advices on how to be fit irrespective of one’s age.
Good for him but, my funny bones decided to have a bit of humour with this post as, the gent shares the same surname, xxxxxx as mine. So, on many such posts I commented : “xxxxxxs are crazy. I am one.”
The responses to my comment amazed me. 43% wrote that they totally agreed, or indicated their agreement via thumbs-up emojis or simply by a grinning image.
33% responded with frowning emojis. Need I also add that bar just a few, all shared the surname xxxxxx. I suppose that these indicated that all xxxxxxs are not crazy.
The balance 23% simply enjoyed the quip and indicated it via smile or grin emojis.
Innumerable contacts decided that discretion is the better part of valour and simply kept quiet.
I have concluded that most people in the world that I occupy consider me as crazy. So be it.
Now coming to the serious part of this post; Please visit Webwisewoman’s blog post I Was Never Old Before.
I hope that you will understand my response in the comments to that post – “No matter what one learns from others about ageing, one has to face up to realities of one’s own situation. In my case, my health issues prevent me from leading the kind of lives that many of my friends and relatives of about my age live. I have accepted this and have modelled mine to give me a contented life. And yes, blogging has been a great outlet for the creative part of me to operate.”
And just as I started to write this post, I received another message from a very dear friend who too is an xxxxxx and like me, a couch potato.
Nastik in Sanskrit means a Non Believer.
Now, you tell me whether I am crazy or not. Thank you.