Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Clinging To My Youth

Today at the mall, I noticed an old lady in a Lincoln Town Car wearing those giant black sunglasses that wraparound. I couldn’t help but wonder if I would be like that one day. Would the day come when I’m spinning through a carousel of sunglasses and see a giant pair of blinders and be drawn to them? Will that old age instinct kick in and I’ll grab those instead of the cute Chanel knockoffs?

Then, will I go to Penney’s and buy several pairs of pants where the waist goes up to my boobs and a pair of those hideous brown orthopedic shoes claiming “Hey, they’re comfortable!"?

Does a time come in your life when this happens? What is the cutoff age? Is it inevitable? And most importantly, HOW CAN WE PREVENT THIS?

1 comment:

  1. Or perhaps the better question is "Why can't the point of our own comfort's being more important than what we think men think of us come earlier in our lives?"