So, I woke up yesterday morning with a zit the size of Manhattan on my chin. I’m in my early 50s. I am losing my eyesight and vision and bladder control. I do NOT think I should still be getting zits the size of Manhattan. It just doesn’t seem fair.
Losing your faculties when you’re old is a strange and possibly poignant process. I remember a point when I could tell exactly which direction from which sounds originated. Not anymore. It was awful when I noticed it. One day, pinpoint sound accuracy. Next day, WTF made that noise? It really seems like that’s the way it happened, here today, gone tomorrow. I’m getting used to it, but I still remember when it was very different.
Or my vision changes. I will be squinting at something, and remember to go find some glasses. Whoa! Oh, yes, remember? That’s how clear everything used to be. That fading process has definitely been more gradual. It took me some months to realize it *wasn’t* that the planet had developed less light and smaller fonts, but that my vision was riding off into the sunset.
Are you in your 40s? CHERISH THEM.