So just humor me, if you will, with this random post of random thoughts. I was supposed to write something yesterday. I’m trying to make that my new routine — a written post on Sundays and a short compilation of social media posts on Wednesday. But yesterday, when I picked up a pen–no I didn’t actually pick up a pen, but it just sounds so much more writer-ly to me than I sat in front of a laptop cross-legged on my bed. Wasn’t it Tupac that said, “give me a paper and pen so I can write about my life of sin?” I don’t know where I was going with that, but anyway, I didn’t feel like writing. And it wasn’t even that I didn’t have anything to say, it was just that I wasn’t in the mood to say it. Yet at the same time I want to stay consistent. I have to practice this writing thing, if I want to be really good at it — exceptional. I have to write more often to do that. And I have to release myself from wanting everything I write to be perfect. And I sound like a broken record, because I feel like I say that all the time.
As I’m writing this, all of a sudden, I’m hungry -damn. I don’t know what I want to eat. But anyway, I was going to write about fashion — it’s a favorite subject of mine. You know the Met Gala was tonight, and I love to look at the outfits. So I was going to write about that, until I realized that I was feeling so uninspired. I wasn’t really feeling most of the outfits. My favorites were the ones worn by Robert Pattinson’s date, and Keke Palmer. I’ll also give honorary mentions to Anne Hathaway, Quinta Brunson and Lizzo. I was thinking I could post my top 5 looks of the night when it dawned on me that I don’t really care, so if I don’t care, why should you.
Then I was going to talk about the whole ageism thing with Dillon Brooks of the Memphis Grizzlies and LeBron James. This dude, who I’ve never heard of before this, by the way, called LeBron James old and it was meant to be a put down. He was talking smack, saying some other shit to the media as well, only to let the old guy beat him, handily.
Golden States Steph Curry and Draymond Green faced a similar situation with their first-round rivals the Sacramento Kings. This 25 year-old dude was talking trash, and I guess part of his strategy was to keep the pace of the game fast and the old dudes wouldn’t be able to keep up, they would tire out, only for 35-yeard-old Steph to drop 50 points on him for the win in a game 7. I love to see it!
And I’m not even one to say that age doesn’t matter, because I’m plenty old enough to know it does. But with Steph Curry, and LeBron James, we’re not just talking age, we’re talking elites. That’s a-whole-nother level of drive and determination that these younger guys just weren’t ready for. I could write so much more on this subject — not basketball, ageism. I will say though that it doesn’t only come from younger people, older people can give it to you too. I remember when I was 29, a co-worker in her 50s was telling me age 30 is when all the problems start to happen — back problems, joint issues. She said it’s at 30 when I will really start to feel my age. She was basically like, it’s all downhill from there. Well, I’m happy to report that I felt no different at 30 than I did at 29, though at 31 my knees did start to hurt. I just started walking more, and that cleared that up. But I was like really lady? Anyway, over 13 years later and I can definitely say, while it may not be all downhill, it’s definitely different. Sometimes I for sure feel my age.
But anyway, maybe more on that later. I just find it interesting how these younger guys make fun of older guys who are only like 10 years older than them, especially when they are in their late 20s like Dillon Brooks. But that’s just the way it is. It at least made for a fun series. Go Lakers!!!
Okay, that’s all for now.
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