You drop something when you were younger, you just pick it up. When you’re older and you drop something, you stare at it for a bit contemplating if you actually need it anymore.
…Or you think if you stare at it long enough it will magically jump back into your hand. That is really just wishful thinking on my part. Basically it might lay there for awhile before I decide if it’s worth the effort to pick it up. Oh, how I miss the days when that was so easy.
I could drop and bend without getting dizzy because I’ve stood up too fast. I didn’t use to nearly topple over because I’ve lost balance. Now everything is a effort because my joints just aren’t what they used to be. Getting down isn’t too bad, it is the getting back up that doesn’t go well! I end up grunting and groaning, looking like a beached whale trying to get up off the floor. I miss being young and flexible.