While watching TV yesterday, I saw a scroll that said, "All active adults age 50 or better, register now for the 2018 Senior Games". Being that I turn 45 this year, it hit me that in 5 years, I could compete in the Senior Games. How did that happen? I still feel like kid most of the time. You are telling me that I am almost a "Senior" and I still don't know what I want to do with my life? Aren't Seniors supposed to have it together? Well, in the words of my nephew, "Whatever, whatever banana".
Recently I came across "Things I Never Want to Do Before I Die". Oh dear, my list would be endless but, I would like to keep it a little more lighthearted. Here are a few off of the top of my head...
1. Give a speech in front of a lot of people.
By "a lot of people" I mean more than my mirror.
2. Touch a snake.
I have a strange relationship with snakes. I find them fascinatingly terrifying. I'm almost like a deer caught in headlights because if I see one, I have to look at it. I will even walk over to get a closer look. Oh gosh, I'm starting to get dizzy just thinking about snakes. Next...
3. Jump out of a plane.
I think it is awesome if you want to jump out of a plane but, I'm going to stay inside. I try to live my life close to the ground.
4. Rub up against poison ivy...again.
I'm highly allergic to poison ivy and I hope I never, ever have to deal with that itchy nightmare again. It doesn't just itch, it "burn itches". It is like there is some sort of "bite" to the itch. I've tried asking God why he created that stupid vine but, he hasn't divulged that information to me yet.
5. Go to the Opera.
This is going to be a very unpopular statement but, I don't care for theater at all. I REALLY don't care for musical theater. I have seen Les Miserables on Broadway and was bored out of my mind. I've been to my share of traveling Broadway shows (with famous actors) and couldn't wait for them to end. The one *caveat to this was Riverdance. I saw Riverdance many years ago and I was captivated. From the Irish dancing to the Flamenco dancer, I was on the edge of my seat.
I remember as a child, going to see the Nutcracker ballet with my class. Realizing that the Nutcracker ballet is a beloved tradition for many, I hate to say that I find the whole thing creepy. I don't know which creeped me out first, the ballet or actual Nutcrackers but, to see dancing Nutcrackers is a real Nut-mare for me.
Your turn, what is on your anti-bucket list?
*Does this word even fit here? I'm bad about using words when I don't exactly know what they mean.
Caveat means a warning. You've probably heard the phrase "Caveat emptor"--it means let the buyer beware.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on losing the eye twitch. Hey, any reason to celebrate, right?
You're only as old as you feel so don't sweat turning 50. I passed that milestone some time ago and I'm still waiting for my senior discount. Seems everything I go to already attracts so many seniors that if the organizers offered a discount for seniors they would make hardly any money. Who knew?
I'll have to think about things I never want to do. I've already spoken in front of people and you have, too, if you have ever taught a class. (Little kids count.) I've also been to the opera--not my favorite thing, especially when it's translated into English, when you realize how truly banal the dialogue is. I wish I had seen Riverdance live. Saw it on TV--loved it!
You'll never catch me jumping from a plane--or crossing one of those swaying footbridges over a deep chasm, either. I have a major fear of heights.
You're going to hate me, but I seem to be immune to poison ivy. Good genes, I guess.