So Now I’m a Disaboomer?

I banged into Sixty’s site today to see what His Foolishness was up to and low and behold I found out through one of his latest posts that there’s a site for Disabled Boomers called Disaboom kicking around. Well what do you know? I actually qualify as one of these Disaboomers so there’s another typification I can add to my growing list. Seems like the older I get the more labels I attain which is another future post entirely. The ironic thing is that I never gave the term "boomer" any real credit as it might apply to me in fact, I rather ignored the premise that I was ipso facto, a boomer, altogether until this morning when I read Sixty’s post. Now why the term Disaboomer should finally bring my mind to a screeching halt and instead of pursuing more useful undertakings, end up pondering this boomer conundrum the rest of the day is beyond me.

It could be said that I’m experiencing some sort of late blooming middle age crisis or something to that effect but I think not. Nor do I believe it’s a denial of anything relating to the aging process at all since I’ve never considered myself immune to that sort of thing. Actually I think it’s more of a "hmm, guess I haven’t bothered to give it much thought" kind of thing similar to the rather rude wake up call I received when the VA slapped a "70% disabled" sticker on my forehead and sent me on my way. Yes, I think that about sums it up alright. Seems like I’m getting a lot of rude awakenings of late.

Be that as it may, I’ll guess the proper thing to do now is to give that Disaboomer site a good looking over and who knows? I might actually find that other folks my age might possibly feel the way same I do. Stranger things have happened.