Still Six Feet Over ... Hopefully.

What am I going to do when one day I look in the mirror and see myself as an 85 year-old? What will it be like to be nearly unrecognizable with wrinkly skin and grey/white hair? What will I do? Where will I be?

This is my prediction.

I would like to think I would be healthy, but probably the only thing I will have going for me is...

I was going to say my strong bones because I drink so much milk, but then I remembered the fact that I've broken my ankle twice despite my addiction to milk. So I really wont have anything going for me.

I'm already crazy, so my mind will only deteriorate with age. I am going to be mental. I am going to talk to pillows, and my left index finger will be my best friend. I'll probably be in a nursing home by the age of sixty-five. But hey, aren't all the most mental writers considered geniuses?

I'll probably be alone, because knowing me I wont be able to find a decent enough guy to ever marry (I'm picky) but on the off chance I do, he'll probably be just as mental as I am.

I'm not going to be able to move without hurting myself. At 15 I injured myself just by walking down the street, and I have horrible knees. In other words, I'm doomed.

As I'm writing this I'm getting increasingly more depressed, and I'm kind of hoping I die before I turn fifty. Great, I'm going to be a bitter old person too.

Excuse me while I go cry and then do my bucket list while I still have the body and mental capacity to do so.