Wednesday, October 28, 2009

When I grow old...

I don't want to nag at my children and grand children to wake up every 10 minutes on weekends once the sun comes up, or nag at them to bring an umbrella out so they won't get wet on a sunny day, or to ask the whereabouts of every single family member every half an hour.

I don't want my grand kids to hate me.

I don't want to be a difficult mother/grandmother to take care of.

I don't want to ask to pick up the telephone when actually it's the phone in the TV that's ringing.

I don't want to be asked to shut up and just go lie down and sleep cuz I nag too fucking much.

I don't want to have a goldfish memory and keep asking to be bathed or whether I've had my meals.

The list can grow on and on.

When I grow old, I want to be sane and lucid enough to be loved. I want to leave this world with everyone having fond memories of me. I want to die before I become senile or suffer dementia. What's the point of living to a ripe old age when ripe is not what I want to be. Skip and bring me right to the rot part.

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janet at 8:00 AM