I had heard it said that the older people get the crazier they get. I am not so sure this is true- it feels rather more like, the older one gets the less one values the social filters that dominated one’s younger life. It takes a lot of energy to keep oneself socially acceptable on all fronts. You start to care less and less, and more and more of your genuine thoughts come through as action/words.
This is just a thought that occurred to me whilst buttering my banana bread, which I baked last night; I was thinking how funny it was that the image of self I strove to create as a younger person didn’t include such domestic tropes like baking, but how they- now- give genuine pleasure and I don’t much care about an external view, only about the end product (the baked good) and the happiness it can bring (to myself, and family).
Anyway, nascent thought, untested, must think more on it.