The Thing I Hate Most About Getting Old . . .

Damn, I hate getting old . . .

But, the thing I hate most about getting old is . . . What was I talking about? Oh yeah! Some folks have aches and pains, others have weight loss or gain, and others have sexual problems or suffer loneliness. My point being everybody suffers something as they grow old, and most of us do so quietly.

The good Lord has a wicked sense of humor. Nobody goes without suffering something. There is no easy way out, everybody gets some form of suffering. My problem is not the suffering itself, but the lack of knowing the longevity of the suffering. I get it. I know for the rest of my life I can’t eat what I want. I can’t stay up partying all night and still make it to work the next day. It is understood that I have nowhere near the physical abilities I used to have. BUT FOR HOW LONG!

No, I am not suicidal. I just think getting old becomes a prison with no escape, except no longer getting old. You know the end is near and while you want to avoid it at all costs, you can’t help but wonder how much longer you have to suffer whatever you have the pleasure of suffering. Think about it! You work hard all your life and then they put you out to pasture. You think you are being put out to stud, yeah good luck with that! You think, cool my kick-back years coming up. Then reality strikes in the form of waking every morning to your legs or back, or your top and/or your bottom screaming with pain. Sure, you had that pain before sometimes, but you had to go to work so you walked it off. Walking it off now is not the same. Having to work distracted you from the hurt. Now, walking it off reminds you how much it hurts. And, HOW MANY MORE YEARS?

If you see an old man living alone, he is lonely. Sure we try to keep busy and stuff, but when you wake up to an empty house or wake in the middle of the night realizing you are all alone, you’re lonely. There was a time in my life when I wished everybody would just leave me alone, leaving me with peace and quiet. Now, all the peace and quiet does is release the demons from my past to haunt me.

After all the suffering, the pains, special diet, loneliness, and demon fighting, what to do next? Like you still have 20 more years ?. . . Damn, I hate getting old.

I intended for this to be more humorous, then here comes reality. DAMN, I HATE GETTING OLD!

2 thoughts on “The Thing I Hate Most About Getting Old . . .

  1. My mother ALWAYS said getting old wasn’t for the faint of heart or the weak! And as far as being lonely…… well. I am not even going to go there with you! I’m just sayin’….

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    1. Leighanne, Of course I am lonely. And I miss you also. What I miss most is myself. I imagine quite a few of the elderly might feel the same way. I remember what I used to be . . . Damn, I hate getting old!

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