It may seem silly. It does to me even in my own head. Though I am not even past 22, I am curious and anticipating getting older.

I think aging (in all its glory) is the great equalizer. No matter how rich/poor/talented/happy/successful/smart/stupid/funny one is, we will all get old with wrinkles and slowly fall apart. I’m talking, 70 + in the age department, here people, a whole other (new?) world.

Maybe it’s slightly, perhaps, because I know I won’t get harassed by men on a daily basses, cat called or eye fucked when I’m walking about in a public place. It will be a strange feeling to be passed over for another woman, something I have yet to experience. Some how I feel I won’t miss the attention too much.

My tits (which are all mine thank you ever much) will be swinging to the floor, my hourglass body will most likely lose the shape and my hair will be white. It’s so strange to think of, you never think the day will come.

I have all sorts of questions for future me;
Will I have a family?
Do I enjoy sex as much?
Will I be a dried up spinster?
Will I age gracefully (I hope)?
Who, of my friends, will die first?
Will I have all original body parts?

This culture obsesses on youth, will everything and everyone be continue to grow meaningless?

Been preoccupied because for some god awful reason, I got a ‘real job’ that was entry level and even though it had a fancy title, ‘director of new business PR’ it was a royal shit job. A big, huge, anonymous company where one could work there for 20 years and get fired out of the blue and no one would miss you.

Woke up at 6am everyday only to be accosted by middle aged men that assumed grabbing my ass was perfectly okay every time I walked by. After the 1st week I had a black and blue ass.

Fetching someone’s coffee and doing busy work is not a life well lived. An honest living! It’s totally, utterly dishonest to lie to yourself every day that this sort of life is okay. Even the slightest bit okay.

So I did what I thought I would. I caught the eye of the chairman of the board and now have a new man. It was his choice to have me quit, in case it ‘raised any eyebrows.’

I was so over the job I readily agreed. Perhaps I could explore a career in a different light, like hooking? Maybe S&M? I kid, I kid, maybe. Nothing has the thrill that sex does but when you make it a career…..well it’s not really looked well upon. So what’s a girl to do when her one passion of lust and sex is looked down on by the rest of the world and her young interests lack everywhere else?