Reduced flexibility
Perhaps getting older is just a reduction in flexibility. Not just the “put on my shoes” kind; I no longer find that I absorb new (or remarkably different) ideologies. My ability to be brainwashed has diminished.
I’ve been watching/reading the news, and what is clear is that I would be a failure, should I be asked to emigrate. Where could I go that there wouldn’t be an expectation of change (on my part)? Certainly not across the nearest border; those people are downright strange. And their leaders? Was there an invasion by aliens from a nearby galaxy? (Sorry, but there’s Star Trek on the TV in the next room, and it distracts me).
I’m still willing to try new foodstuffs, but that’s just my curiosity. Many years ago, I made the calculation that most humans eat similar foods; this is just the research stage. Fish and broccoli? Sure, why not? Not ready to get buggy, just yet.
Even with music, I’m open-minded (careful, Nashvillians. You’ve been invaded, for sure). No, I think my philosophical rigidity is along the political boundaries.
Anyhow, I’m working my way into another weekend. Whatever that means. No work (in the sense of activity that someone else would pay for) going on here. I’m very self-indulgent. Could that, also, be a element in getting old? I’m going to keep track for the next while.
The quest to tie everyone in the province into “one, happy family” continues. Haven’t told those involved, exactly, but that makes research go faster. No need to answer questions. Or show results.
