This evening, my grandpa came over for dinner. It was pleasant enough. He complimented my parents on their cooking, and attempt to crack jokes about this was so much better than microwave meals (because that is all he eats). My parents would make small talk. And I would sit there awkwardly, wanting to interject because A. I strongly disagree with him on most things and B. I have yet to learn how to shut up. But afterward. Oh....afterwards. I was doing the dishes, as I was supposed to, while my grandpa talked with my parents. He talked about his Urologist, and his doctor, and whatever ologist he goes to. He talked about polictics, which one again, I disagree with him on. He complained about health care, and Medicare, and social security, and whatever. And I came to the realization I do not ever want to grow old.
It sounds silly. You have to grow old. But I really don't want too. First of all, you are wrinkly, and have liver spots, and things that I am supposed to complain about because I am female. Second of all, if growing old means that you have to go to doctors and specialists all the time, don't sign me up. I don't even like doctors, or hospitals, or whatever. So if I am expected to go to the doctor's office like it is my job, I definitely do not want that. And the last of all, if growing old means complaining all the time, I might go insane. Yes, I complain now. I whine. I am generally unpleasant some if not most of the time. But, if you complain more when you are old, well, I am not sure that is possible. So...I am not looking forward to growing old. Ever. As long as I keep cracking jokes, and smiling, I think I will be fine. But still. Old people (or maybe just my grandpa) really need to lighten up. That is all. Goodbye now.
