Addressing our mortality doesn't always have to be a heavy conversation. Sometimes it can be approached from a humorous angle.
For example, a female friend of mine has a theory about all women's worst fear. She thinks that women—deep down—are afraid they're headed toward one of two dreaded situations in their elder years:
- The homeless bag lady pushing the shopping cart down the street.
- The cat lady who needs an intervention to remove the animals from her home.
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I'm not quite sure what the male version of that growing-old fear would be, but at the age of 53 I know what's been on my mind lately. Every once in a while I'll observe one of my reactions to change or to the younger generation, and I fear that I'm becoming a Grumpy Old Man. You know, the one who opens his door and screams into the neighborhood, Arrrrrrr! What's WRONG with you kids today! Get off my lawn! Arrrrrr!!!
But that's not happening, right? I'm still cool, right? ;-)