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Melanie - 2006-02-16 10:35:55
Thank you. I needed that today.
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Claudia - 2006-02-16 11:27:54
Not teenagery at all. I've been having similar thoughts as I approach 40. I mean, what happened? How did I get here?, to quote the Talking Heads. I am also in a wintery February funk. Sigh. And I don't even have time to write about it.
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rs536-2000 - 2006-02-16 11:28:31
Funny--I like that sense of invisibility that comes with age. In the past I felt that I was being judged and I was lacking in something. Now I just blend in. I know this isn't quite what you were talking about, but it's something I like about aging.
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elgan - 2006-02-16 12:41:53
Being short, I have always been invisible, but I know exactly what you�re talking about. After my father died, my mother and I went to the bank to look into some of his financial matters, matters that I basically knew nothing about. The banking officer would not talk to my mother, but to me, as though she were incompetent or simply not there. We are generally in our society embarrassed of older people, methinks, which is why we tend to avoid them, marginalize them, especially older women. I make it a point of smiling and nodding when I can catch their eye. They need not be invisible to everyone.
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Anna - 2006-02-16 19:47:40
I hit on the same topic today - invisibility. It just makes me MAD - I will not go quietly, although I can see that there might be some kind of peace in acceptance. Also, that music thing is BRILLIANT, though not fully available to the UK yet. Even in the taster I found several new people that I liked and had never heard of. xx
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Erin. - 2006-02-16 23:33:44
I feel the same way about memories - that the strongest ones are feelings, or just moments that seem to epitomize a certain phase/set of time rather than particular events. I like that.
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