I am sitting here in another day of ISS, I read something that made me think and I am going to write about that. Hey I have nothing better to do right?

Who wants to get old? I mean really who wants to turn into a wrinkly white haired grumpy old person?

It’s kinda weird how you enter this world as a helpless baby, unable to do anything on your own and completely dependent on others. And that is the way you leave this world. Well if you leave it when you’re old and naturally anyway, but that’s a whole different subject to reach another time. Well when you get old you leave helpless, unable to eat by yourself, sometimes unable to speak, and to walk. I mean how frustrating can that be, having the gift of words your whole entire life and you can’t talk anymore. Well you can but it comes out in slurs and everyone looks at you like you have five heads because they can’t figure out a single word you are saying. How hopeless you must feel knowing what you want, but not being able to say it, and have people doing like they would do to a 1 year old trying to figure out what they want by pointing to things and saying “is this it? You want juice” and the only thing that you are able to do is moan and nod.

who wants that?

I always think about turning old. I mean we may not all be that wonderful looking now, but we aren’t all wrinkled and white, if we are girls our boobs are still perky and boys don’t have old balls. We take advantage of the simple things like walking running and even talking. I often think about how I do not want to get old, ever

Then I think about how happy my grandparents and Memere are. They love all there grandchildren. They are always smiling and always so happy. I do want that. I want to have all those tiny little children to spoil to love and to love me. To give me a kiss and hug every time they see me.

So I guess that getting old isn’t exactly the worst thing in the world, but I am still not looking forward to it.

then || now

8:39 a.m. || 01.29.03