On Vanity, Pride, and Not Bouncing Like I Used To

A dear friend of mine, a particularly handsome gentleman barely in his 60s, confessed to me recently that he was quite vain. I didn’t argue with him, but I thought about it afterwards. I don’t see him as vain, just as someone who pays attention to his appearance. Perhaps a little fastidious, but he’s former Air Force and since I spent some time in public with him, I appreciate the effort! I didn’t catch him flirting with his reflection in windows, so I figure he’s really pretty normal — maybe just a little extra special.

At the same time, I assured myself that I had very little vanity about me. Beyond being clean and dressed in clean attractive clothing with hair combed, perhaps a little blush and mascara; I didn’t spend much time thinking about how I looked. And then came this past Saturday night.

I fell. It was just two steps, but it might has well have been six. I’m bruised and sore with a swollen and discolored left foot and a right knee that looks a lot like it. My right shoulder aches, my ribs are tender, and my pride is wounded. I’ve re-activated my walking cane.

I came to the realization, as I elevated my injured lower limbs, that it happened because I am vain. Instead of recognizing that the restaurant was poorly lighted, and that I was walking in unfamiliar territory, and instead of accommodating those realities by walking slowly and carefully and looking down to see where I was walking; I walked head erect and shoulders back and did a full horizontal dive in front of roomful of people.

I’m lucky I didn’t break anything. At least I’m pretty sure I didn’t. I assumed since I was able to get back up on my feet and walk (albeit with a limp) that no serious damage was done (however, at my son’s urging, I’m going to try to get in to see my doctor and get checked out in the next day or two).

It has, however, caused me to re-evaluate my vanity quotient. As I limped through airports today and elevated my black and blue elephant foot whenever I had a chance to sit, I was aching in deeper places than my muscles and joints. I can almost deal with no longer being the slender little cutie — almost — most of the people my age are in varying stages of decomposition, so I didn’t feel too badly about the shape I was in — until the shape I was in was so bad.

Getting older is not for sissies.


About Sharon

Like anyone who lives long enough, I have experienced great loss and survived. I am convinced that my survival depends on my own participation in creating the reality I am living in, and I am determined to be a thoughtful and active participant/creator. These writings are my way of documenting that creation. As the song goes, "I will survive!" I chose the title Staying Vertical because I find that surviving isn't just staying on my feet physically. Keeping my thoughts and emotions on the vertical plane keeps me alive and moving forward. Thanks for joining me!
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6 Responses to On Vanity, Pride, and Not Bouncing Like I Used To

  1. Laura Haskell says:

    Hope you feel better, Sharon. In regards to vanity I am in the midst of letting my real hair color grow out. I haven’t seen it in so long, I’m kind of excited about it.

  2. Arlette Marceau says:

    You will never know how much you inspire me. I look forward every day to see what you have to say, whether it is a political commentary, your latest adventure (or misadventure) or what culinary treat you are whipping up. Feel better soon and keep up the good work.



  3. Mary Lou says:

    Glad to see you blogging again! You have a way with a story!

    • Sharon says:

      Thanks again! Knowing your background, I appreciate your encouragement. I’m still fighting the battle between writer and editor. I spent too much time editing and rewriting (or grading) and sometimes it really gets in the way of a story!

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