Ghosted.

What’s new about this? Anyone over sixty years of age, especially with white hair has always been ghosted. So don’t tell me what it means in this supposedly modern world. Unfortunately it tends to apply mainly to women.

No, I don’t know what to do about this, other than to keep my mouth shut. No one wants to know about what you have to say. Even if you are a real smart arse like me. Acres of experience suddenly become irrelevant. You’ve lost your marbles, Mate. Keep quiet and smile enigmatically. I am going to have to work on my smile. Raising an eyebrow might help, although no doubt someone will think that my face has gone lopsided due to the expected brain aneurysm. Try the other eyebrow. Alternate. Now that could give me something to do.

Funnily enough it took me quite a while to actually raise an eyebrow. I stood in front of a mirror for ages doing just that. God knows why. But I only did it with my left eyebrow. It is looking a bit more difficult to do it with the right one. Sinistrè, eh what. Or Watch Out because somedebody is getting shirty.

I once said to an elderly Professor at some silly party of supposed intellectuals that I didn’t suffer fools gladly. And he said to me, “Don’t you think it’s time you did, my Dear.”

I will never forget that. And I never have since.

5 Responses to “Ghosted.”

  1. elenamitchell Says:

    Thank you for your Like, Grandad. And more than once.

    Try Blogging yourself.

    What you might have to say is not that important, so long as it pleases you.

    I Blog ultimately for my own pleasure, although I do hope to amuse.

  2. Elizabeth Says:

    I enjoyed your post. Ihave always thought of it as “invisible”. But more distressing is the patronisation of old people. Do write about that.

  3. elenamitchell Says:

    I can’t actually do that, Liz. It would be like talking to a brick wall and such a waste of my time.

    But it will come to them all one day

  4. Elizabeth Says:

    Very comforting thought!

    • elenamitchell Says:

      Well, not really, Liz. But I suspect that most of them won’t deal with it as well as I do.

      Some of us do still know who we are. And some of them are a bit more kind than others.

      I haven’t had a Significant Other for many a long year, mainly due to some moron thinking that I was stupid. I wasn’t. But I don’t want to talk about that. Just don’t push your luck.

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