Thoughts on Growing Older and Shit

On the way into work this morning, SB's ass got caught behind YET ANOTHER elderly motherfucker, who was driving about 7 miles UNDER the damn speed limit in town! It was a 35 mph zone, motherfuckers! Come on. A bitch hasn't got all day. Unless that bitch is elderly and retired.

I cannot wait until all the baby boomers join in the pensioner's fray, on top of the current elders out there. I do NOT mean to pick on the baby boomers, per se, because there are a good handful I love intensely. It's just that my patience is growing short. And between elderly motherfuckers holding me up in traffic or at the damn grocery, I have been having to spend a lot of extra time around the old fuckers of late due to the cataract surgery, and that shit is wearing THIN.

I guess I have never really spent a lot of time (UNTIL NOW) contemplating or FEARING old age. After all, what's the damn point? Nothing you can do about that shit. But I have to say it's really starting to frighten me. I think what really triggered this, is the old lady in the eye surgeon's office, who they wheeled in from a local home for the aged. That bitch could not SEE or HEAR, and I just don't know what the point would be. The poor office receptionist had to literally yell at the old bat to ask her stuff, and the old whore STILL COULD NOT hear! I was sitting near the old bag, and I was embarrassed. I wanted to flee the damn office, quite frankly. You sit there and start thinking: What if I am as bad off as that old bitch? And again: What in fuckssake would the damn point be?

My cousin Chris and I were discussing that shit, and he and I both decided we would blow our brains out if we were THAT fucking incapacitated. Chris even went so far as to ask SB to blow his brains out FOR HIM if he got old and couldn't do it hisdamnself. Of course, I told Chris that I love him AND THERE WAS NO WAY IN SAM FUCK I could do that. But, there you have it. I'm with Chris, basically. I vote for fire arms. Fortunately our family is all NRA and shit, and we will likely inherit plenty of fire arms to do the job.

I DON'T WANT TO GET OLD. A young man in line at the post office once said that fearfully to the Moms, who was standing behind him, watching some old bitch take three hours to pay for a few damn stamps. I understand and had the exact same damn thought in the eye surgeon's office.

If you, my blogging family, have anything comforting or wise to say about ageing, that shit is welcomed in the comments. SB is struggling!

[WARNING: And don't any of you bleeding-hearted babboons leave bullshit like "Shame on you" in the comments, because I don't want to hear it. There is no shame in being honest about how you feel, so fuck you in advance if you're thinking of posting that warm-hearted sympathetic shit.

And if you're a lurker, and I know there are plenty of you fuckers out there, grow some balls and speak up for once, but ONLY if you can be of help!]