…there is cause for deep insights and vital questions.
I’m at that age where my mind still thinks I’m 29, my humour suggests I’m 12, while my body mostly keeps asking if I’m sure I’m not dead yet.
It’s weird being the same age as old people.
When I was a kid I wanted to be older… this is not what I expected.
It’s probably my age that tricks people into thinking I’m an adult.
I see people about my age mountain climbing; I feel good getting my leg through my underwear without losing my balance.
If you can’t think of a word say, “I forget the English word for it.” That way people will think you’re bilingual instead of an idiot.
I’m at a place in my life where errands are starting to count as going out.
I don’t always go the extra mile, but when I do it’s because I missed my exit.
Don’t be worried about your smartphone or TV spying on you. Your vacuum cleaner has been collecting dirt on you for years.
One day you’re loving your bubble, doing workouts, baking banana bread and going for long walks and the next you’re crying, drinking gin for breakfast and missing people you don’t even like.
Coronacoaster noun: the ups and downs of a pandemic.
I’m getting tired of being part of a major historical event.
During the middle ages they celebrated the end of the plague with wine and orgies. Does anyone know if there is anything planned when this one ends?
Thanks to Samma and Vandana
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