All part of the process

All part of the process.

Going... Gotten... old.

Just some early morning thoughts.

You hear things not there. 
You see things not there.

You don't see things that are there. 
You don't hear things that are there. 

You hear everything. 
You don't hear things clearly.

At night, when trying to sleep,

You have bionic ears... hear everything. 

Daytime, unless the person is speaking

Slowly & clearly, you hear different words.

Happens too often.

They might say ... 

They cut the ribs with a cleaver.

You hear "lever"... and wonder how that works.

Yep... all the time.

And they think that you are joking around if you ask.

Conversations... 

You're in a group, everyone is talking.

If two people are talking, you understand nothing.

As the conversation is not interesting...

You only hear... Blah, blah, blah.

And if they ask for your input...

You ask... What did you say again. 
Then offer your input which will be ignored. 
As the group conversation continues...

Blah, blah, blah... Blah, blah. 
They again ask for you input.

Shouldn't it be evident by now...

Haven't been listening? 
Sooner or later... They will get it. 

One on one conversations are okay...

most of the time. 
Unless it exceeds my attention limit.

Hence... The blank look on my face.

Completely non emotional.

And my thought...

Why are they still talking?

I'm not sure which came first. 
Being anti-social than becoming not interested.

Or I'm not interested becoming anti-social.

All I know, that in a large grip of people...

As in three or more...

It's easy to want to be invisible. 
You've hear it all before. 
It's a topic that you don't care to get involved with. 
They are looking for solutions, 

For which there are none. 
They have irrational thoughts.

They beyond help emotionally. 

Yep, getting old...

a curse and blessings.

Becoming invisible.

Overall... It's a blessing.