It all started when folk started holding doors open for me and when cars stopped so I could cross the street. I began to realize that these helpful individuals were looking at my external and making assumptions about my internal. Or perhaps they were following their upbringing: respect your elders. In either case I had fallen into a category new to me: geezer.
The word itself came when a man so exasperated with me that he had used every epithet in his damnation vocabulary, paused for a moment sputtering, then came out with his crowning damnation: "You, you, you ... GEEZER!"
I accept the title. It has its roots in "guiser" -- one in disguise, who is not as he appears. I identify with my spirit -- not my carcass. After all, as Seung Sahn used to say, you don't want to keep centering in your body when it is a corpse. (Somehow I find that delightfully funny.)
"Geezer"... dialect variation of "guise"... I like that.
ReplyDeleteHere We go !!!
ReplyDeleteMy Mirror called me Geezer the other morning...
Looking forward to the guise. and centering not on the body ! Thanks again George for helpful hints on the path...HB
I'd happily be a geezer!
ReplyDeleteI would a co- geezer. Jeez, it might be "spirited".
ReplyDeleteIf you are the face of geezerdom, then I can hardly wait to arrive!
ReplyDeleteI think you're geezerific! Thank goodness your carcass has stuck around here long enough to let your spirit shine through!
ReplyDeleteI find it funny too--all this attention to a decaying body; here today and gone tomorrow. It took a long time for me to get that and I'm still getting it. Considering this eye-blink that we call life, I'm going light-speed, laughing all the way! (when I remember)
ReplyDeleteLove me some Geezer! Especially one who takes duck pictures.
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