It irritates me when people try to limit me by saying that a particular activity, event, etc. will be too much for me. I make allowances for those who do not know me well, but NOT for those who do. I'll set my own limits, thank you very much. The trouble is that when I get on my high horse about something, I sometimes fall off the other side. I hate it when I get snippy with someone and later have to admit they were right. If they hadn't overstepped their bounds, I probably would have asked for help anyway. Yeah, right. I'd rather eat a bumble bee than ask for help most of the time. When you get old though, there are certain things that can be a bit difficult.

I used to wonder why old people bent over at the waist to pick things up. They looked so silly! When I became an old people, I realized it's because your knees won't always bend and/or hold your weight. So now I look silly with the rest of them on the days that I can actually bend at the waist without falling on my nose. The rest of the time, I ask for help. But that's the only situation where I need help. Okay, maybe there are a couple of other situations. I don't want to talk about it.