mutton dressed as lamb

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I woke up thinking of old people today. Well, technically that isn't true. I was thinking of Tattoo Two which lives in a permanent state of thereness on my upper right arm. So, this leads to the elderly, obviously. Once upon a time I was looking forward with enthusiasm to growing old. I wanted to be the crazy cat lady with the messy grey hair, an orange tea-cosy on my head, wearing a thick winter coat all year round {buttons undone in the summer}. I'd sit at the bus stop in my slippers and talk to strangers about the weather and how young people are so much more ignorant than in the old days. I might even talk to myself. I wanted to not care about dying my hair or wearing the latest fashion styles, my wardrobe full of clothes which were in fashion twenty years previously and will one day be on sale in fashionably quirky vintage shops. I suppose I was looking forward to simply not caring. We sometimes put so much time and effort into being who society expects us to be, yet when I was young the elderly seemed so free of the constraints imposed by society. I wanted that. I still want that. However, the elderly of the contemporary age are young at heart. They're sassy, modern, adventurous. Little old ladies don't sit at home knitting all day in their rocking chairs anymore; they're all out skydiving or running marathons. They're wrinkle-free, classy and have evolved into folk who don't wear winter coats all year round {buttons undone in the summer}. Only the crazy among them now wear tea-cosies on their head. It appears I have a choice. I can conform to society's standards and be just an older version of the ordinary me, or I can quite literally be the crazy cat lady who sticks two fingers up at the world and says, "No, I shan't, and you can't make me!" It's a terrible dilemma. And Tattoo Two? I am wondering if I need to add some pretty colourful little flowers to it, to jazz it up as it's rather stark and is boring me now. Maybe one day all the young folk will look at all the old folk and think us crazy for having tattoos. Our tattoos will be the orange tea-cosies for a future generation.