Thursday, November 15, 2012

The Golden Years


The Golden Years (or the retirement age) are depicted on TV as the peaceful time when one can go fishing, run with the grandchildren and the dogs in slow motion over beautiful green grass and contemplate the horizon seating in a rocking chair on a white veranda.

You know you have arrived to your Golden Years though when you start getting advertisement of items and services you don’t think you need…yet.

Walkers, hearing aids, cemetery lots and cremation services are some of them. The last one I received is Seniordating.com: a beautiful collection of member photos of plump old ladies with too much makeup and bad dentures.

I guess it is the typical consumerist tactic: they start creating Halloween in September, Christmas in October, and the golden years when we are still wearing Silver Sneakers…

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Look me in the eye

Last night I went to an event at a friend’s home where I didn’t know many people, even though it was a small event among people from the neighborhood with similar cultural background. The fact is that while “working the room” I was introduced to this gentleman who owns a small coffee shop where I go occasionally for coffee and some special pastries.
He recognized me as the occasional client I am and we got into an animated conversation about themes of relevance for our community.
We were seating side by side on a sofa but somewhat sort of half facing each other. I had my back to the entry door. I noticed that every time someone new entered the room and I was talking to him, he would move his focus of attention from the conversation to the new arrivals, to the point that he would totally disconnect from what I was saying and wander into his own thoughts and the drink he had in his hand.
I was pretty annoyed with his behavior and started thinking that maybe my conversation didn’t interest him, but every time I started to get up and go somewhere he would come back from his haze and restart the conversation.
I realized that there are people that have a “tangential” way of establishing a rapport with their interlocutor, just like a lady I know that while talking to you is always looking at her own reflection in a mirror, a glass door or the glass of a picture on the wall across from her.
Hey! Look me in the eye…please!