Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Well, I really have to say that, for the first time in my life (almost no exaggeration) I'm truly surprised. At what?

What life has become. In the past, we all complained a lot. But we weren't really surprised. Let's face it. We ACTED surprised, but Mmmm, we weren't.  "Oooh...this job is really hard. And boring."

Big surprise.

"Oooohhh....my boyfriend/girlfriend did this or that."  Wow. Shocking.

"OMG! I had a baby. It's hard work!!!! I have no time for myself!" Truly unparalleled in history.

"Shit! I'm 45, and the mortgage needs to be paid, the kids' RESPs need to be topped up, my husband/wife is an irresponsible sh*thead, and my parents are experiencing full-blown dementia, and I don't know what to do. Which doesn't really matter, because I don't have a single f*cking minute to myself to think about my own navel, so why would I think about this?"

Etc.

But now. Now, comes the stuff that no one warned of. Well, maybe a few movies were made about this, but perilously few. It's called: "YOU'RE OLD."

Sure, go ahead and laugh, all you young 'uns out there. But this is SH*TTY. This GETTING OLD thing.

So here's the drill: You turn 50 or so (give or take a few years on either side, but that's it), and your body gives in to all these genetic time clocks that are built in, and against which you have NO HOPE of FIGHTING. Over the course of maybe three years, you turn into your mother/father. You have no control over this. Exercise/botox/surgery are mere myths in terms of being fixes.

That's it. I have little more wisdom to add. Govern yourself accordingly. (of course, more grim details will follow in the next post)