(Un) Happy Birthday

I’m almost 50, which means I’m starting to lose things. Like my mind. I’m exaggerating, but I do have the tendency to forget things, like where I left my car keys. The only thing I haven’t lost lately is weight.

I don’t want to think about my birthday. This birthday, which marks a half-a-century, isn’t even recognized in the state I live in (the state of denial). That’s why I was very unhappy about the email I got yesterday. It was a rude reminder, in the form of an invitation to join AARP.
 
AARP? I was shocked. AARP is for old people, really old people who shuffle around and tend to repeat themselves. As for me, I just graduated from my training bra! I only recently learned to drive! I just graduated from my training bra!

Maybe I am getting a little bit old. But I can’t be old enough to join an Association of “Retired” folks.” I don’t need prescription discounts, retirement planning, and other AARP “benefits.”

I need the benefit they took: my tendency to forget certain things, like the fact that I’m turning 50.

  

Comments

[Ted Malone]

I know what you are talking about. I have been getting about one a month from them. The worst part is I am actually thinking about joining.