She could be lost in thought but it just doesn't look like much is going on. No one is with her so she's lonely. I think it's a bit scary.
I'm not unappreciative of living this long. What I do loathe is the disappearance. When I am noticed, people who don't know me, try to treat me like a sweet old lady. The people who do know me, roar with laughter because sweet doesn't describe me. I have ideas, I keep up with current events, I even try to keep up with technology. I think I still have things to offer so the next time you deal with an older woman you don't know, please don't patronize her until proof of her lost marbles is evident. Don't judge her by her appearance. Include her. She might be wiser than she looks.
I should celebrate my lost "sexiness". I'm not pressured to think that breasts (properly augmented and pushed up) should be on display all the time. When I finally engage a man in discussion, his eyes are on my face. High heels aren't practical and hurt my feet so they're out. Tight jeans? I've got that old lady "flat ass" and it's not a good thing.
I wish there was a happy medium. I wish all ages were appreciated. I wish our society wasn't so shallow. Sigh. And now I'll disappear again.
Yes, I'm of a certain age but I'm pretty spry and like to think still smart enough.