Sounds scientific, doesn't it? Really...that's not what this post is about. It's about how the age we consider old changes the older we get ourselves. Take, for example, my four year-old nephew's conversation with my mother-in-law. Out of curiosity, he asked his nana how old she was. When she said fifty-five," he promptly replied, "You should be dead by now!"
NICE.
Fifty-five must seem impossibly old to a four-year old child. Just like, every few years or so, I too, raise the bar when it comes to the concept of what old is. At this point, I think ninety is officially old. If you can make it to ninety, well then by God, do whatever you want. You've earned it. Eat two pounds of bacon a day. Watch TV all day while eating nothing but doritos and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups (yes, this is MY dream).
So I'm 30 now. By my nephew's standards, I should be dead in only 25 more years. I can't wait!
NICE.
Fifty-five must seem impossibly old to a four-year old child. Just like, every few years or so, I too, raise the bar when it comes to the concept of what old is. At this point, I think ninety is officially old. If you can make it to ninety, well then by God, do whatever you want. You've earned it. Eat two pounds of bacon a day. Watch TV all day while eating nothing but doritos and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups (yes, this is MY dream).
So I'm 30 now. By my nephew's standards, I should be dead in only 25 more years. I can't wait!
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