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?