You're nost supposed to think abou tstuff like that unless you're a writer. Unless I'm mistaken, that's why driving was invented: so you don't have to think about stuff like that. You need to drive, boy. And if driving doesn't do it, and you have to drink instead, well, then you're on your way to being a writer, I suppose.

You're nost supposed to think abou tstuff like that unless you're a writer.

Well, duh. At the risk of sounding immodest, I can write rings around most people I know and many bloggers and pros I don't, I just haven't figured out a way to make it pay.

Replacing Muzak in our rest homes will be Classic Rock Radio, with the same 40 songs played over and over. Thing is, when the playlist loops back on itself, we'll already have forgotten that we just heard "Free Ride" or "Black Dog" two hours ago.

More seriously, I don't think our generation will take to being warehoused in the classic nursing-home manner ("And how are we today, Mr. hangashore? It's your favourite - liver and tapioca!"). Hell, I'm now in my forties - when I was growing up, I didn't think that 40-something adults biked to work, or played hockey or softball for fun, or would giggle like idiots at silly YouTube videos (if I'd had any concept of YouTube). Wonder what's going to keep us entertained in our dotage (screwitall, I'm saving up for holographic brain implants).

More seriously, I don't think our generation will take to being warehoused in the classic nursing-home manner

Actually, I'm kinda looking forward to hanging out with my fellow oldsters, but I'm strange.

I'm already sort of facing this... Not to the degree of being in a retirement community, of course, but I'm older than I ever really imagined myself being. I'm old enough to have memories that seem like no time ago, and they're really the age of a full-grown person.

I was just thinking this morning, before even seeing your post, that my husband and I have been together nearly 17 years (anniversary this month), and yet it feels like such a short time ago that we first got together. It's weird and unsettling.

Anyway, my entire plan for the future depends on one strategic idea: stay lucky. I've been ridiculously lucky all my life (if you don't count money), and I'm depending on that to carry me through. :)

I'm kinda looking forward to hanging out with my fellow oldsters

Hey, hanging out is fine. There'd just better be a pub.

I plan on dying before i get old, and failing that, I'm planning on doing at least 3 farewell tours singing about how I'm going to die before I get old.

I am resigned to dying alone and, by the time my body is found, my 57 cats will have started to eat me.

Young people are just not cut out for old age.




Cowards!

If I can age pretty much like my grandparents did, I'll be satisfied. Long life, active minds and bodies, quick diseases and fast, sleepy deaths. My only problem is that I love life a lot! I'm not ready to see the end, even if I believe there is more to it.