I just turned 40 and I cal already tell life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer you get to the end, the faster it unrolls
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I’m 74 and know what you mean. I don’t remember 40 as getting old, though. 40 is a good age.
Ain’t it the truth. Time is relative, as Mr. Einstein said, and most of my relatives are dead...I was such a young pup at 40.
Mileage is rough. Parents died together when I was young, one of a heart attack and the other of heartbreak, the house got burnt down by a stupid kid, mine and my siblings inheritances with it, really too much to detail here, but it’s been a nonstop shit storm since I was 16, with a few sparse commercial breaks of something resembling happiness. Dead nieces, dead nephews, dead sisters, brother has pancreatic cancer, only remaining sister just got her leg amputated due to diabetic complications, and on and on. Next week will be something else.
My mom was about 93 when she quipped “Oh to be 90 again!” But she was serious - she still walked the neighborhood, but couldn’t do the two miles like she used to. “And I look so stupid using those walking sticks your brother got me and makes me use.”