Making Sense

All too often what I see or read at first doesn’t make sense. This isn’t dementia, rather, it is the gradually widening gap between my expectations and other people’s reality. Fortunately, in most instances there is a brief period of self-adjustment where I rearrange someone else’s meaning so it makes sense to me.

This gap exists because I am old and armed with a few life and death experiences that others haven’t had. I’m not special, just loaded with the wisdom of learning from my mistakes so I don’t repeat them.