One of the saddest sights to me is an old person who doesn't seem to have gotten better with time.
And I’m not talking about lumps, bumps, rolls, wiggles, jiggles, wrinkles, and sun spots.
It makes me wonder, what was this individual like when she was young?
Was the person standing in front of me now (who horned her way on the bus by cutting in front of several people without so much as a sideways glance) made or was she born? Was she obnoxious as a teen? Or did she become rude and inconsiderate over time? What would her friends say about her? Would they say she’s a total sweetie pie? Or would they say she’s always been an unpleasant piece of work?
Because I have this idea that older people are supposed to be better. They’re supposed to be wiser, and kinder, and more patient.
|Like a fine bottle of wine, you know?|
And then I see a sixty-something-year-old-woman throw an entire lunch’s worth of trash on the floor beneath the bus seat in which she’s sitting, rather than wait until she can find a trashcan, and I can't help but think that’s just wrong.
But examples of older-but-not-necessarily-better can be found in the boardroom as well as the bus.
Like in the leader who doesn’t know how to apologize or is too fearful of disapproval to stand for something important.
See, I’m all about improving with age, or what the heck’s the point?
What do you think?