Wrinkled (From Magpie)

[theomanic]

When I was little, I couldn’t wait to get wrinkles. I loved to examine my grandmother’s and nanny’s faces, and envision the events that brought the fine lines into being. Sometimes, when I was sitting on the subway or the bus, I would smile really big, trying to encourage my own wrinkles to form, unconcerned with the strange looks the other

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[ilyanna]

i have also pondered this ridiculous society we live in, in this way. facelifts, plastic surgery, hair dye (i'm one to talk, but its not to cover grey) I just had a discussion with a cab driver about how odd it is, that north americans (and modern society) put their elderly family members in homes, to be forgotten and tended by others.
I discussed this with my counsellor actually, how hard it is for families these days to raise children without their grandparents, as very few live really close to their parents/grandparents. Back in the day (heh) families would pass down family values, by having grandparents raise the children, while the able bodied working parents, would support these two family pieces. (branches and roots)
I dont know when it started, nor could I even fathom a guess at the true why... it *seems* as though its laziness, and intolerance.

As for wrinkles... I love wrinkles too! I dont know if I was so deep at that age to be wondering where each wrinkle came from, but I did associate it with wisdom. I find it heartbreaking how we have become so completely obsessed with youth, sickly obsessed.