Really, I’m having a blast. Though my days are not infused with the croonings of the likes of John Travolta, I’ve definitely been experiencing a good three weeks of sun-soaked, water-frequenting happiness. I’m not gonna lie–Houston is scorchingly humid, but a dip in the pool or a road trip to the nearby beach houses usually puts me in a much better mood.
Remember how I said I’m a vomit blogger? I really do blog in stretches, and typically if there hasn’t been anything out of the ordinary, I can go for weeks, if not months, without blogging. Updates? Well, I’ve been running more, swimming more, and definitely hanging out a lot more.–not just with friends my age, even. I’ve taken to visiting older family friends, and you know what I realized? They’re pretty freaking amazing.
Older couples are so interesting. They have so many facets to their lives (probably because they’ve actually lived them) that they can spend hours talking about themselves and not repeat anything. You know that stigma attached to the elderly marking them are droning, monotonous space-takers? Not the case at all, and mind you, I totally used to adhere to that school of thought. During my senior year in high school, I either had to oversee or participate in every activity geared towards the older crowd. There were the Seniors’ Garage Sale, the West U Thanksgiving Luncheon, the Christmas Ball–all of which targeted the geriatrics of the community. Suffice it to say I was not pleased.
Now, I recognize how awesome they are. They have depth. They have substance. They phrase their sentences correctly, with regard to grammar and vocabulary. They don’t punctuate every third word with a “like,” “totally,” or “uh.” They are so starkly different from many of my vapid-minded peers that I sometimes am embarrassed of my previous conceptions of cool.
Summer Lesson Number One: Old people are, like, soooooo totally cool.
Nice Grease reference Christine! Glad to hear things are going well in Houston.