Ugh to the age-related paradox. Your story about the 60-year-old woman sparked two immediate thoughts, “oh how nice, she’s open to conversations with this older lady,” and then, “oh yeah, I’m actually 62! that sounds so old” ::grimace::
Aging is inevitable but when you’re young, it’s rarely a consideration, unless you’re interacting with older people and it seems relevant to include in your internal narrative, “I’m enjoying this conversation and they are so much older, and (but) that’s ok.” And then you blink and all of a sudden it’s YOU who is past 60…that sounds unbelievably old, but internally you feel exactly as you did at 35.
I appreciate your writing. And the age-related musings can be ignored, grazie :)
What I got from that conversation is how bad is the Italian education system. She’s only 60 and doesn’t know Ireland. Relatively young and doesn’t about us!
Of course we would, Sofia capital, they are changing to Euro money this year and a lot of people there are not happy about that. Irish people keep up either the news!
I enjoyed the reflexivity of the post, beginning saying that your logistical considerations are of interest to no one but yourself, and it ends with the admission, “This information is probably useless to anyone besides me, but it was satisfying to articulate it to myself.” I like the way this idea comes full circle: the act of sharing private thoughts with the public is framed as having no external value, yet the post ultimately reveals its own value proposition.
I also have to say it was actually enlightening to hear you verbalise what your ex told you, that you're unusually decisive. Makes me think about my own relationships and methodology for living. I too am unusually decisive, although I've trained myself to think of it as stubbornness. The foot isn't broken, the shoe just doesn't fit. The fact it's not something that can change doesn't fill me with dread. Reading your thoughts, I actually feel a bit better about my so-called stubbornness. Reframing it feels good. I'm just unusually decisive. I'm a cancer by the way.
Ugh to the age-related paradox. Your story about the 60-year-old woman sparked two immediate thoughts, “oh how nice, she’s open to conversations with this older lady,” and then, “oh yeah, I’m actually 62! that sounds so old” ::grimace::
Aging is inevitable but when you’re young, it’s rarely a consideration, unless you’re interacting with older people and it seems relevant to include in your internal narrative, “I’m enjoying this conversation and they are so much older, and (but) that’s ok.” And then you blink and all of a sudden it’s YOU who is past 60…that sounds unbelievably old, but internally you feel exactly as you did at 35.
I appreciate your writing. And the age-related musings can be ignored, grazie :)
What I got from that conversation is how bad is the Italian education system. She’s only 60 and doesn’t know Ireland. Relatively young and doesn’t about us!
I don't know if most Irish people would have a clue about Bulgaria and the population sizes + geographic distance are comparable
Of course we would, Sofia capital, they are changing to Euro money this year and a lot of people there are not happy about that. Irish people keep up either the news!
I enjoyed the reflexivity of the post, beginning saying that your logistical considerations are of interest to no one but yourself, and it ends with the admission, “This information is probably useless to anyone besides me, but it was satisfying to articulate it to myself.” I like the way this idea comes full circle: the act of sharing private thoughts with the public is framed as having no external value, yet the post ultimately reveals its own value proposition.
I also have to say it was actually enlightening to hear you verbalise what your ex told you, that you're unusually decisive. Makes me think about my own relationships and methodology for living. I too am unusually decisive, although I've trained myself to think of it as stubbornness. The foot isn't broken, the shoe just doesn't fit. The fact it's not something that can change doesn't fill me with dread. Reading your thoughts, I actually feel a bit better about my so-called stubbornness. Reframing it feels good. I'm just unusually decisive. I'm a cancer by the way.