Getting older has its pitfalls; some being more evident than others. I don’t think we notice them in ourselves until we see them reflected in others. With his erratic behavior growing ever more so each day, Donald Trump should be a warning to those of us on the brink of going there ourselves.
If we disconnect with the changing world around us and become more and more insulated inside our own “bubbles,” we run the risk of becoming like Trump. We begin to see the world as hostile; people unfamiliar to us as “the enemy.”
As he has demonstrated time and time again, Trump sees another conspiracy lurking just around the bend. Beginning with the “birther” movement for which he enthusiastically assumed the leadership role, he has progressed to his current vendetta against the media, global bankers, his sexual accusers and the Clintons as being in cahoots to take him and the country down.
We all know folks like Trump. Folks in their 60’s, 70’s and older, who can’t see beyond yesterday when the world was familiar and they felt safe. Arguing for the past in bellicose tones empowers them, even as reality slips through their fingers.
Years ago while sitting at the table with good friends of ours, dining on a wonderful array of delicious, homemade, Italian dishes, I was keenly aware of the elderly dad sitting quietly unable to participate in the banter of lively conversation. Now and then someone would try to draw him in, with no success. That image remains etched in my mind, and serves as a reminder against the debilitating effects of isolation in older age.
That’s how I see Donald Trump…a dynastic patriarch lost in a world of his own, unable to set aside his glorious past for a present in which he doesn’t figure as prominently. I’ve known men and women like Trump. Folks who continue to view themselves as THE authoritative voice on all things, unwilling to allow that others might know better. Many a time I’ve been on the other end of such dogmatic arguments.
I don’t want to be like Trump…seeing conspiracies where there are none. Getting older doesn’t mean we automatically slide into a world of paranoia. It happens when we allow negative thoughts to overwhelm our minds, wreaking havoc where there is none, and wallowing in our own isolation to the exclusion of all else.
A couple of nights ago, hubby and I enjoyed a date night. I was looking forward to seeing Adam Levine and Maroon Five perform ever since we received the tickets as a Christmas gift from our daughter. While I thoroughly enjoyed his music, I must admit to feeling older than I expected. As thousands stood for the duration, my arthritic back found comfort in remaining seated. And while everyone else sang along with Adam, I was at a total loss for the lyrics. I felt “left out.”
Early on, I asked a woman standing in front of us to please sit so we could see the performance. She eventually acquiesced, but at the end of the evening I realized rock concerts might no longer be for me. Rather than be a curmudgeon, I’d prefer to remember when nothing could keep me down; when I’d be up and moving before anyone else.
Letting go…happily and with dignity…is a nice feeling when getting older. Although I promised myself that if I could see Bruno Mars perform live, I vow to stand with the best of them…and learn all the words to his songs! My daughter promises to join me at a Mars concert, and I’ll bet one or two of my sisters-in-law would fly in from Hawaii to join us as well.
Being “young at heart” would serve us seniors well. Old age doesn’t have to deprive us of youthful ideas and feelings, or guarantee we’ll suffer the effects of dementia…or worse, Alzheimer’s. It’s never easy to teach an old dog new tricks, but it’s…
Great post! Going off the edge and falling… I was in a blues concert last week, John Mayall, 82, put up a fantastic performance…and no one was standing until the end ovations 🙂
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Wow! Eighty two and still rocking…sounds like my kind of concert! hugs…
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I’m truly beginning to feel sorry for Trump. He’s, at least in my opinion, going over the edge and taking a lot of people with him. He doesn’t seem to care what he says and thinks everyone’s out to get him. I feel even sorrier for the people trying to defend him. I feel the sorriest for his family. It must be so embarrassing for them. They probably sit there scared of what he’ll say next. I wonder sometimes if he always remembers what he’s said in the past. It’s hard to believe he’s gotten this close to the presidency. It’s been said he lies 80% of the time. Some have been fact checking. I gave up standing for a long time years ago. I don’t even like crowds. Take care. 🙂 — Suzanne
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You took the words right out of my mouth, Susan. I do feel sorry for Trump…a man stuck in the past, holed up in his ivory Trump tower…his only friends, his political supporters. He’ll probably do what he can to hang onto them after the election since they feed his Trumpian ego. I’m sure his family members and campaign staffers will be glad to get on with their own lives after devoting so much of theirs to holding him up on their shoulders this last year-and-a-half. I would not be surprised were his marriage to suffer as a result. The indignities his wife has had to suffer must be hard to endure, unless she already knows the man we’ve come to know. Sad…all very sad. hugs…
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