To worry is to be. To be is to worry.
Maybe it’s just a function of my advancing age, but I’m convinced that the people in the world around me are all getting younger; everyone, that is, except for girls in their late teens. As an aside, I feel the need to say at this point that I have a rule. If you are 20, [...]
I’ve noticed that, for me at least, as the years rumble by birthdays take on different meanings. I remember nothing about my first birthday, but it was probably fun. I was likely excited by the gift-wrap being torn on my behalf, the presents being rattled in front of me, and the blur of adults making [...]
My realization that, barring a medical miracle, I’m almost certainly past middle-age leads me frequently to ponder the effects of aging. Even though growing old is probably preferable to the only available alternative, I mostly lament the approaching onset of old age. Nevertheless, as of late, despite optimism usually being foreign to me, I have [...]
One of the plethora of things I worry about intensely is whether I’m putting enough money aside to be able to retire at some point, without being forced to subsist on a single daily meal comprised of nothing more than tainted no-name cat food imported from China. I have some savings, but in the current [...]
They say that age is just a state of mind. Unfortunately, I’m approaching the age when the state of my mind is inadequate to remember what they say, let alone process that information.
Some people say that life begins at 40. By that philosophy, I’m now over a year into my teens. Thankfully, my acne hasn’t returned and my voice hasn’t changed again. I don’t want a return visit of either of those things. I would, however, like another crack at going through the period that included the [...]
I’m at the age when I’m still quite a ways off retirement, but I’m close enough that I should start thinking about it now. I’m more than a little concerned about what I’m going to do if and when I quit working. I don’t have any hobbies that consume a lot of time, unless, of [...]
They say age creeps up on you. If so, it’s not wearing soft-soled shoes. In fact, it’s damn raucous. My stomach gurgles more often than in days gone by. I’ll also occasionally let out one of those “ahs” that burst from deep in the throats of old people after they take a sip of a [...]