my neighbour thinks i have 'low self-esteem'. she asked why i keep my house pretty dark at night, so i explained that i'm prone to walking around naked, specifically after a bath. i generally take my clothes off before bathing and don't immediately put them back on after. and my old carcass, i added, would freak anyone out unfortunate enough to be gazing in the window just as i was dancing to 'stayin alive' buck-naked under a bright lamp. that's when she diagnosed me.
obviously, my young lovely neighbour mistook my insignificant, self-deprecating quip as a symptom of low self-esteem. it's ridiculous, of course. i know exactly what i am. i'm a decrepit old man hiding and cowering in the dark. or, maybe i'm simply an aging guy in pretty good shape who values his privacy and respects the sensibilities of others. also, i have no curtains.
a couple weeks ago, the lake was half melted, or was it half frozen? personally, i don't think it matters how you look at it, not really. you're almost certainly not gonna jump in either way. but, i figger it's better to say the lake's half melted. yeah. it's got a nicer ring to it and folks appreciate your wonderful positive attitude. the truth is that every time i hear about another sixty-something-year-old croaking i get a hair-cut and buy a new shirt.
is my neighbour perceptive or is she just young and foolish? half full-of-it or half empty? you tell me. i will only add, in my own defence, the words of nora ephron, an american journalist, novelist and blogger who croaked in 2012: "in fact, looking back it seems to me that i was clueless until well past fifty years of age."
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