By observation life is a pecking order.

They’re all around us. Birds, dogs, cats, tigers, humans. Chickens.

What separates the species is our developed sense of survival, and for humans; our sophisticated sense of masking realities sometimes known as bullshit.

Although I don’t speak bird nor dog nor cat nor tiger nor chicken, I believe when an aberration occurs within their pecking order, they generally will say cynically, “Oh crap! This is bullshit!”

And….walk away.

I think in general as a species, we do the same.

Being different is a lot different than striving to be different and full of risks of being eaten alive when you’re old.

In a simplistic sense, being different in old age is in itself not a bad thing as long as you keep to yourself. Courteous tolerance mostly prevails in a bus full of people which is no different than being in a dirt yard full of chickens.

In a not so simplistic sense, striving to be different is a bit sketchy if you’re striving to be different in a crowd. Striving to be different in a bus full of people generally encroaches personal space of people that will challenge their ire.

In all fairness with regard to the diversity of simplicity, the venue makes all the difference here.

The point here, is by observation, we live in a world of a prescribed pecking order. And this truism is especially pervasive for us older Seniors.

Within any realm of species, real or perceived, there is an under current of the pecking order which exists to establish order, expectations, and boundaries. It’s not to say that it’s all fair or all good but probably all founded on the premise of survival of the species.

Most species recognize that the one with the biggest muscle and the longer teeth, and often the most twisted-mind is not to be messed with as by now, it makes no sense to be “dead right” or “dead wrong” just to prove a point. Generally, most people understand the pecking order of things and try to stay out of harms way to ensure our survival.

In a simplistic sense, in the realm of being old, “seniors” are perceived to act and live within the sphere of reality perceived by others as acceptable.

It’s safer to be among the flock of old chickens. Generally, seniors find safety and acceptance within the same and generally recognize the pecking order even within this. Seniors are basically are left alone (not neglected) in the spirit of “Live and Let Live”.

By the time we become “seniors” we’re either regarded with courteous grace if we fit the bill of senior conformity, or regarded in utter contempt, if we dare to be different blasting society’s belief or expectation of how a senior should be.

The wild card is how far society tolerates its expectation of what seniors look like, how seniors behave and whether or not seniors co-exist in a society driven by a pecking order. Seniors by most expectations are expected to be quaint, quiet, gentle, non-judgmental (wiser) and oblivious to other species in the field of life.

Within the pecking order the senior chickens are expected to know their place, know their space, and pretty much stay there.

Within the pecking order old chickens and old hens just don’t tread on others particularly the younger, more dominating of the pack.

There was a brief time decades ago, between feeling youthful and feeling older, when for an inexplicable reason, the sight of old men bothered me. I don ‘t mean they “bothered me” like being the proverbial dirty old man, but more succinctly, they bothered me in the way of how they walked, behaved, and generally had an air like they can do anything they want and be excused for it because, just because they’re a senior.

This irritated me to no end. In the pecking order of things, these renegade old chickens seemed to me, were flaunting their self-pity and selfish entitlement. Perhaps this appeared to be senior arrogance.

It was seriously, easy to exclaim: Hey man! Senior Discounts doesn’t equate to Senior Liberties! Stand in line like the rest of us!

Do you get turned on when a old guy acts like a young stud? Or how about an old woman acting like a young stud-dette?

I recently saw an advertisement of a senior man who discovered an age-defying pill to make his body muscular and in world of body-building definition: Ripped!

I was impressed! But while his body was huge, muscular and ripped, his head was aged! It looked like a classic Frankenstein head-transplant.

Fortunately in the context of the advertisement, he was a living example of muscle revitalization, not senior libido gone wild.

I’m no expert on horny chickens or young-at-heart old horny men or old horny women but in the pecking order of things, old horny chickens running amok in a yard of young chickens and hens just seems perverted.

Pecking order or peck order is the colloquial term for the hierarchical system of social organization. It was first described by Thorleif Schjelderup-Ebbe in 1921 under the German terms Hackordnung or Hackliste and introduced into English in 1927.[1]

” The original use of pecking order referred to the expression of dominance in chickens. Dominance in chickens is asserted by various behaviours, including pecking, which was used by Schjelderup-Ebbe as a measure of dominance and leadership order. In his 1924 German-language article, he noted that “defense and aggression in the hen is accomplished with the beak“.[2] This emphasis on pecking led many subsequent studies on fowl behaviour to use it as a primary observation, however, it has been noted that roosters tend to leap and use their claws in conflicts.[3]

The term dominance hierarchy is often used for this type of social organisation in other animals.

“Pecking order is a basic concept in social stratification and social hierarchy that has its counterparts in other animal species, including humans, although the term “pecking order” is often used synonymously.”


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