The truth is that often when our young loved ones explain something to us we do not forget what they say; we don’t listen in the first place because we are old enough to politely listen but actually ignore stuff when we don’t give a shit. (OK, I promise no more ridiculously long sentences.)
So to all those young worriers, relax. We worry enough for you. In the meantime:
If we forgot your birthday, we know the date; we just don’t give a shit.
If we don’t remember your telephone number, we never knew it, we just don’t care…hello... it’s on our phone.
Today is Thursday? I’m retired; the day of the week is meaningless to me and I …that’s right.
I know this is my second bowl of ice cream, I’m fat, I’m old, I don’t give a shit.
In general, if you think I am a victim of dementia, please don’t worry…well actually go ahead and worry.
I don’t give a shit.