Too Old to achieve Greatness

It doesn't matter how well I age, but lots of people my age and younger seem to listen to the voice of youth rather than the voice of knowledge from experience and research.
At least, I'm becoming resigned that I will never achieve greatness.

invisible and old and no kiss up am I

I can relate the many details of how I felt invisible during my young years, esp. with interactions with adults, but was nothing like that feeling I experience too often as I age.
I notice at work, though I may be in better shape and prettier, ore energetic and more knowledgeable about educating hospitalized youth than woman twenty or more years my junior, the younger ones are invited to participate in special projects, not me, though I may be much more innovative than they.
I also know that they get greeted by their younger cohorts, no matter what the dept. than I. There is an exception. Ms. "D" is a few years older and any pounds heavier than I, but she wears expensive clothes, gaudy gold jewelry and her finger and toe nails and hair are always perfect, he always smiles and agrees with what her supervisors say, so she is a favorite- not much up on education, but what a kiss up.

have i always been invisible? Part 1

**when I was about 9 years old, I was assigned to sit at the dais with friends and close family of the Bar mitzvah boy, my cousin Michael, and last to arrive at the table, I went to find a seat, but neither was there a plate nor a chair for me. After seeing me floundering for a few minutes, my dad got a waiter to bring an extra table setting and chair.
**A few months later, my mom sent me to the bakery, which was three blocks away to purchase a half  a rye bread sliced with seeds, a cinnamon and a prune danish. They weren't taking tickets because it wasn't a busy time, but the clerks after finishing with each adult customer, asked, "Who's next?" Every
time I raised my hand, they helped someone else/After at least 10 minutes, I finally spoke up and told a female clerk with orange hair and lipstick, freckle covered arms with sagging muscles smiled and asked me what I wanted.

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I hurt

What did i do differently than my peers? i have no life long friend that is interested in maintaining contact. I always thought I was a good person and a loyal friend. Nobidy likes me.

Age is not just a number

i may be healthy and fit, look years younger than I am, be as firm as someone twenty years younger, but it doesn't change the year I was born.

retirement without getting older??

wouldn't that be nice??? I am getting older, much older, in fact, i'm of retirement age, but neither do i have the time in nor the money to do it.

the homesless- do we have responsibilty?

Of course, we do. How can any american, especially those who can afford million dollar homes, designer clothes, cruises, vacations abroad, fine jewelrone y and spend 200.00 on shoes for a child, pass by someone, likely mentally ill, and perhaps throw him a bone or a buck, and think, "I gave through charities. I got my write off, and that is a win-win siutation. IT is not. These street people obviously did not get a big enough piece of a donation for sustenance, so they are asking for more. Don't you think it's degrading for them? Think of the as human beings who might have been productive citizens at one time ubtil tragedy struck.

what did i see at the cemetery? How did I feel at the cemetery?

outlines of graves made from grass. didn't experience much emotion. i dream about my parents as they looked before they died- lovely people with flesh over bones and voices that complimented and gave advice and with arms that hugged.=