I Am A Little Odd
Well, that’s what I’m told at least.
My friends and I got into the topic of “old age” or how we picture ourselves to be when we are old. And, being honest, and not just my morbid humor. I said
“I don’t want to reach 70, I can’t picture myself at that age, I would wish to die before then”
And I’m being honest. I have no aspirations to reach 70, I can’t see myself as that age, I can see myself as 30, 50, 60 even. But not 70. I don’t want to get there. I feel like I’d lived life by then, and plus I don’t want to get to an age where I am unable to do things that I love doing. That’s a horrible thing to imagine. I guess in my mind, I’ll do everything I wish to do before the age of 70, and I won’t have any other aspirations in life other than looking forward to death, and I’m not about to do that.
But then again, I don’t have a choice do I? I might as well die tomorrow, or in 80 years.
My friends and I got into the topic of “old age” or how we picture ourselves to be when we are old. And, being honest, and not just my morbid humor. I said
“I don’t want to reach 70, I can’t picture myself at that age, I would wish to die before then”
And I’m being honest. I have no aspirations to reach 70, I can’t see myself as that age, I can see myself as 30, 50, 60 even. But not 70. I don’t want to get there. I feel like I’d lived life by then, and plus I don’t want to get to an age where I am unable to do things that I love doing. That’s a horrible thing to imagine. I guess in my mind, I’ll do everything I wish to do before the age of 70, and I won’t have any other aspirations in life other than looking forward to death, and I’m not about to do that.
But then again, I don’t have a choice do I? I might as well die tomorrow, or in 80 years.
