Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Day 281: 50 Years from Now...


We think about the future... but, how far ahead to the future?
At age 5, we think about turning 6... at age 10, we think about being a teen... at age 13, we think about turning 16 and driving... at 16, we think about turning 18 and being legal... then, we're 18 and we're thinking about being legal to drink at 21... 21 comes and we're excited to show our ID publicly... then, we begin to think about the near future and settling down with someone... once settled and at a certain stage in the relationship, we begin to think about happiness, and if we've found "the one", etc.... but, it's very rare that we stop to think about 50 years ahead...
I was at a doctor's office today... and so were 4 other elderly ladies sitting around me in the waiting room. I sat there with nothing to do but observe...
The women were sitting across from me talking about their kids, Armenia, and how long the doctor was making them wait. I looked down and listened as they made conversation. A few minutes of interesting conversation stirred as an old couple walked into the office. The wife guided the husband to the seats and told him to sit down as she walked up to the window. He came over and sat next to the empty seat next to me as the wife finished up at the window and joined him. She came over and sat down on his other side as he asked, "Aren't we going home?" She answered, "No, we have to see the doctor first... he hasn't called us in yet..." As the other women kept on with their conversation, a younger couple walked in. They both stood at the window, then, sat down next to each other across from me. The girl, wearing tight black clothes on her chunky body, had long, wavy, black hair, and held a Louis Vuitton bag with sunglasses, still on her eyes, that had D&G written across the sides... she sat down beside the guy (I'm assuming it was her boyfriend) who had a shaved head, chubby stomach, a couple days of shave on his face, and, also, wearing all black. They sat there, between the elderly women, and read their Astrology personalities to each other. As they became a bit louder reading every single family member's personality, the women began to turn their heads and glance over at the younger couple. As it became a bit louder, the older man next to me turned to his wife and said, "Aren't we going home?" His wife answered, "No, no yet, the doctor needs to see us first..." Then, the younger girl, across from me, took out her compact mirror, held it up and began powdering her face while the old lady next to her turned to look at her. As I thought of what a weird environment I was in, it got a bit weirder, a man walked in and yelled out loud that he was selling Walnuts, tomatoes, and raisins! The old man next to me turned to his wife and said, "Aren't we going to buy some?" His wife answered, "No, we don't need anything." Then, he asked, "Ok, aren't we going home?" as his wife answered patiently, "No, we haven't seen the doctor yet..." I sat there a bit longer listening to more of what was going on around me...
The old man next to me had fallen asleep sitting up by now and his wife was looking drowsy as well. He woke up and began looking inside his pockets for something. His movement woke her and she asked him what he was doing. He pulled out a $20 bill from his right pant pocket, and he tried to slide it into his shirt pocket... but his shirt was pocketless. His wife watched as she kept saying, "You don't have a pocket! Just put it back in your pocket! You don't have a pocket!" He kept trying to slide it in his imaginary pocket a few more times before he realized she was right... he didn't have a pocket, so, he put it back into his pant pocket. As he put it back into his pocket, he sat back and said to wife, "Aren't we going home?"... and, she patiently answered, "No, not yet, the doctor has to see us first..."
Fifty years from now, I'll be 76 years old... maybe with Alzheimer's, asking if we can go home now? In case that does happen, 50 years from now, I would imagine Armen to be patient with me... that's how I know it's "the one"...

Tip of the Day: Getting old is a must... Imagine your life then, at its worst, and try to compose it in a way, now, that'll keep you safe when you do get old and mindless.

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