we have all done something like this. did we lock the door? did we close the windows? did we leave the iron on? (who irons these days, anyway?)
my sweet momma’s sign on her mirror – “old age is not for wimps” – was prophetic. it’s not just the aches and pains that seem to grab your hand one day and skip along with you, all jolly-like. it’s the yiiiikes moments. those moments when you wrack your brain to try and remember if you did something. and your silly ole brain won’t let you get there. i mean, what IS that?
these are the moments that we can talk about while sitting around with the up-north gang or at friday potluck dinner. these are not moments you wanna mention to the kids. as it is, our stories are less than captivating to them now. add to it a level of aging-hazard and we’ll soon be the proud owners of whatever gizmo will help us be less feeble.
goodness! my momma was right to put that sign on her mirror. it’s not for wimps, these, err, challenges. good thing we are all doin’ it together.
tl;dr is kind of an eli5 problem. idek how this is all started. ftr, i had never used it. ftr, i hadn’t used many cliff-note expressions. i have tried to communicate in a language most people would understand without having to tread water a bit while they wrack their brains trying to sort it out. lol. but atp i had something new to learn. tl;dr…one of the perils of shortened attention spans, little mbs of information, fast-moving media. so. ama. i have google. btaim, i am lagging, tfw others are zooming away on another plane. dae feel that way? or are you all just rofl at me (instead of with me)?
we are all dtm. idk. i’m smh.
my parents must have felt this way, too. a tiny bit left behind. struggling to understand the new lingo, iso translation. afaik, they figured out what they needed, trying to stay relevant, the fomo prompting – wth, driving – them to engage.
irl, imho, idc about all this that much. it’s kinda nbd. but that may be tmi. mtw.
oh well. just another one of those middle age challenges. gtr.
bfn.
remember, yolo.
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[translated]
TODAY I LEARNED “TOO LONG; DIDN’T READ.” WHAT ABOUT YOU?
by the way, if you know you know. ohmygod.
too long; didn’t read is kind of an explain like i’m 5 problem. i don’t even know how this all started. for the record i had never used it. for the record, i hadn’t used many cliff-note expressions. i have tried to communicate in a language most people would understand without having to tread water a bit while they wrack their brains trying to sort it out. laughing out loud. but at this point i had something new to learn. too long; didn’t read….one of the perils of shortened attention spans, little megabytes of information, fast-moving media. so. ask me anything. i have google. be that as it may, i am lagging. that feeling when others are zooming away on another plane. does anyone else feel that way? or are you all just rolling on the floor laughing at me (instead of with me)?
we are all doing too much. i don’t know. i’m shaking my head.
my parents must have felt this way, too. a tiny bit left behind. struggling to understand the new lingo, in search of translation. as far as i know, they figured out what they needed, trying to stay relevant, the failure of missing out prompting – whattheheck, driving – them to engage.
in real life, in my humble opinion, i don’t care about this that much. it’s kinda no big deal. but that may be too much information. mum’s the word.
oh well. just another one of those middle age challenges. got to run.
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