Assume Nothing

“Grifty” should be a word; it should be used to describe someone not quite up to grifter status, but still a drifter on the shadier side of life.

No, that is not a segue to anything that has to do with this entry, but I was told that it doesn’t matter what is in the middle of an entry it is just the beginning and end, since I drift around so much.

I was having a conversation about the drifting aging brains. It started because I had sent someone an email forward about a new category of add, for the not yet senile, or even those on the dementia train, but those who need to work the brain muscle in a different way for a tune up. One of people who received this email is an avid New York Times reader, who read an article that explored and researched the topic in How to Train the Aging Brain.

What had been written as a joke really existed, and some of us who mistake it for memory loss do not realize there is an actual condition that can be repaired by merely playing certain types of games. Mind games that is, pushing yourself to try something new, or seeking out predicament that will cause you to think differently are said to increase or reroute some of those little neuron boats that never connect to their once familiar slips. (When I was in school, I had a professor explain firing neurons in nautical terms and it was one of the best mnemonics for me, it helped me get through some of the toughest classes I ever took.)

I had an acquaintance call that brain fart break in the pathway from the neuron down the axon “losing his wire,” so to put your train back on track or learn more about this topic in an interesting blog Neurons Firing. To avoid the meds and make life just a little more interesting try some of the recommendations. Seriously the difference is noticeable much quicker that one would think.

After all, there is nothing worse than forgetting people’s names that you have worked with for years, starting a project only to realize you have in the last fifteen minutes been sidetrack completely, or can’t remember where those damn keys are you have in your left hand with your gloves. Only to be told when you are close to a psychotic break by some little kid they are in your hands. We really don’t have to feel old. Oh yes, and some advice about looking yourself in the mirror daily and telling yourself you are beautiful and you are 10 years younger than you actually are, even though you are not in denial.

So, this is what fifty-five can be… cool!

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