JiM's Dreams

Remember back when you were a kid and certain words had an unholy power over you (and your parents, if they overheard you using those words)? We referred to the "F" word, or the "S" word. Then we grew up, got over it and said "Fuck" and "Shit" with glorious abandon, even in front of our parents, who then admitted that they knew and used those words, too.

Now, as a middle aged person, there are new words to be thought of only by their capital letters. The new word for today is the "A" word. Arthritis. Bleh.

I am offended by this as I am only starting my fifth decade. I mean, gout is a little classier. Franklin had gout. It's something you get from eating and drinking too well. It just sounds better. Nope, I get the "A" word and now must pay attention to Bayer commercials with little old white haired ladies struggling with aspirin bottles. Pfeh.

I think it's merely a plot to get me to act my age. I shall fight back. Tomorrow morning, I get me some Converse sneakers (with orthotic inserts)!