Man, Dave, I am not sure I can do 90,
.... and am not sold on life extension as the path to happiness
it is being hyped as. My business has involved a lot of property management, and that tends to
involve old people. Like, really old sometimes. I know a lady who lived to 103 and several others
into their 90s and they were not the bright little lights you see on the local news blowing out
candles on a cake and being cheered on. Nope. Most of them had lost all of their friends, had lost their
spouses, had children in their 70s or older (some who died!), and were lonely as f**k. I'd go do work
and tend to their property, and they would latch onto me and my presence like it was manna from Heaven.
I am cool with 80.... maybe 85 if I am not pissing my drawers all the time.
Also, my Stepfather is 81 and in Hospice right now. Seeing my poor Mom at 79 have to take care of
him alone in a big house, while he can do literally nothing, and waste away, has really put a lot of
very different and new thoughts in my head the past few months. I'll be going out there this afternoon
to cut their grass for them and check to see how they are doing.
It's deep, sure, but it's all cool, too. We all have the same destination in life. Literally! I don't want to be
the guy afraid to arrive there, or clinging to hang on one more day, or not being mature and acting my age.
Ok f**k that! I want to stay young forever and never lose the joy and innocence of youth. Maybe someone
will be kind enough to help me find it again.
