I wonder how old I have to be before anyone considers me too delicate to hear certain news or be bothered with certain stressors?
I remember seeing some senior citizens being coddled because of their age. To me, I’m as old now as they were at that time. Still no one tiptoes around me. My children still argue with me and sometimes it’s trivial things that don’t even matter.
I’m going to find a beach somewhere and retire. I’m going to sit in the sun and coddle myself. If anyone wants my help or my knowledge, I’ll tell them I’ve had a sunstroke and cannot help anyone anymore.
I long to be coddled. I’m tired. I will become a delicate flower.