Ever wonder how you will be when you’re old? Nothing against old people but it’s interesting to know (and sometimes we forget) that they were just like us. They looked like us, acted like us, and thought like us. Yes, in a different time and different way, but they were just the same. It’s so bizarre and sometimes I wonder how they looked when they were young. Would I have been attracted to the old man sitting next to me if we were the same age way back then?
We don’t really live in a culture where we celebrate old age like other places do. They celebrate the wisdom and knowledge that comes with age. Instead, we say things like, “why is this old lady moving so slow?!”, “Man, this old guy smells of old man”, “God, I hope I never have to wear Depends”.
I get sad sometimes when I see old people. I remember being in a movie theater once--when I was in high school--and I saw an old man sitting by himself a few rows ahead of me. I started feeling really sad and wondered why he was alone. These were the scenarios: 1. he’s an old bachelor catching a flick on his own (ok) 2. he just wanted to get out of the house, probably away from his wife, and be by himself (happy) 3. his wife died and he was all alone (sad).
I don’t even remember what movie it was because I was so focused on watching him. Creepy, I know.
I can’t even imagine what I’ll be like when I get old. Will I be as bossy as I am now? Will I be mobile? Self-sufficient? Sickly? Alone? Develop an old lady smell? What’s fucked up, pretty morbid, and probably too much information for you since I’m not lying on a couch and you’re not charging me for this, is the fact that I can’t “see” that far ahead. I never could. I don’t know if this happens to anyone else but when I look into the future, I can only see up to a certain point. Then there’s nothing. So I always figured I’d die early. It’s so morbid. And wrong. That’s maybe why I’m so freaked out about turning 25. It’s approaching. You can send me the bill now…..
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