AARP Invite an Aging Wake-up Call
You get an aging wake-up call at age 50 when AARP invites you to join. For me, it created cognitive dissonance, or this inner battle in my soul. Part of me saw myself as young, cool and hip. And while I had great respect for those who survived the depression, fought in World War II, then begat us baby boomers, I didn’t want – at least not at 50 – to be grouped with members of the the “greatest” generation. Not yet.
Then there’s the flip side of me. That side willingly admits to an overwhelmingly irrestible attraction to potential discounts on things I actually purchase from McDonald’s beverages to rooms at hotels across the nation.
You’ve got an AARP discount? Let me pull out my membership card…