So, I'm 33 years young and like all of us never though I'd get old. I was going to buck the trend cause of my slim, muscular physique and excercise. Right? God I look good and everybody knows it
Now I have a sore back everyday. Sore bits n pieces coming and going when they cop a little bit of use. Sore knuckles from lifes use, I've nicknamed myself "Muffin-top Man" which seems to inflate should I dare to eat anything. I make old people noises when standing from a sit. Drink coffee. Have a receding hairline that prohibits any form of hair-do and general good looks. I could go on but lets just stop there shall we
I'm finding that many of my values are being forced to change. Maybe thats why we get old, so that we're geared toward others rather than just ourselves.
Now I have a sore back everyday. Sore bits n pieces coming and going when they cop a little bit of use. Sore knuckles from lifes use, I've nicknamed myself "Muffin-top Man" which seems to inflate should I dare to eat anything. I make old people noises when standing from a sit. Drink coffee. Have a receding hairline that prohibits any form of hair-do and general good looks. I could go on but lets just stop there shall we
I'm finding that many of my values are being forced to change. Maybe thats why we get old, so that we're geared toward others rather than just ourselves.