Growing Old
I fear the day when everyone around me will be younger, hipper, more energetic and more tuned-in than me; when I won't understand their jokes or their language. See! I used a semicolon back there, which illustrates my burgeoning stodginess. I find comfort in the fact that no matter how old I am, there will always be someone older than me. And, of course, if I ever become the oldest person on the planet, I will be too oblivious to care anymore.
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