Playing dress up in reverse

I never thought I would be the one to write about this, but I am. I just saw a friend's video on Facebook. They were at some concert that seemed to be mostly people my age and older in the audience. Down where the mosh pit might be for younger folks was a fairly large gathering of older people.

Had they been swaying to the sounds of their favorite band I doubt if I would have given it a second thought, but they were not.

There was something too frenetic, too forced, too unnatural about the gyrations of those sturdy white haired people in their tennis shoes trying to look like teenagers. Instead of looking cool, or like they were having fun, they only looked sad to me. Like they were trying to be something they were not and never had been.

I don't know why cool has to be current. Or young. Or frenetic. Or goofy.

I think it is because it looked like they were just showing off, but something about it didin't make it look natural, or fun.

I don't want to grow old pretending to be something I am not, nor never was. I would hope that I grow more real as I age and that that would mean embracing my real beauty, not someone else's.