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I have a tale about ignorance, getting old, and being a right bastard. It’s that getting old thing of not caring what people say.
I think it’s a payback for getting old, being ignorant and rude I mean.
Nature has played a cruel trick on you are getting back at nature. Of course it doesn’t pay off for most people think of you as being disagreeable and an old crank.
You can fight it all you want or you can suck it up and see your situation as another stepping stone as you struggle your way along.
It doesn’t help that your body begins to fail you. For some your heart starts to act in dodgy ways, your brain becomes more and more addled and bits of you that once helped make you the person you are no longer look like they did twenty years ago.
It all so depressing. Each visit to the doctor is accompanied by all sorts of tests to find out if you are going to live another day or not.
So it’s understandable that ignorance or more likely a deliberate ignorance plays a part in how we react to the changing world around us.