I think I have figured out what aging is all about.  It is the process where you learn to just not give a fuck anymore.  When you are young you are consumed with being popular, attractive, successful, and finding people to rub your genitals against.  You spend a lot of psychic energy caring about what people thinking about you, and wanting to please them.  But with every year that your testicles/nipples gravitate closer towards your toes, all that silly stuff doesn’t seem to matter as much.

Sure you may have a mid-life crisis where suddenly you care about your image as much as a teenage girl, but eventually you will realize you would rather be comfortable.  As soon as you pass through that stage of desperately grasping for your youth like a blind man in an orgy, you will wonder what all the fuss was about.

There is a beauty to youthfulness that should be lived to the fullest, but there is also a beauty to aging that should as well.  The older you get the more childish you can become.  You can yell at whoever you want, cry if someone doesn’t make your sandwich fast enough, poke strangers in the tummies…  It gives you the opportunity to be as outrageous as a toddler but with the advantage of doing it all for your personal amusement!

When I am an old granny, assuming I make it through the Mayan apocalypse, I am going to wear what ever I want, eat the food off your plate even if I don’t know you, fart in elevators, and say exactly what is on my mind without any filter.  I will also probably try heroin and being a blind man in an orgy to see what all the fuss was about.

“Wait… Ma… what are you talking about?”