The Lonely Life of the Moribund

I’ve come to accept that the only sure thing in life is death. No. Not taxes. You must either be ignorant or just not rich enough.

But why does it need to be so painful? One pain no longer replaces another. It just joins the other to make it more intense. You naturally fall aslesp earlier just to wake up to go piss at 2 in the morning. Then you look at stars you thought would never age. But if Monica Belucci gets old, so will you. If Morrissey loses his voice, you bet you will too. If your high school teacher died after a life well spent, well…….

And remember, you won’t age as well as Monica.

I saw Shania Twain on TV the other day. She was so beautiful. But you couldn’t help seeing that she had to hide her age.

The lonely and misunderstood life of the moribund is trite at best. Acceptance is a step forward. You can accept your impending lack of energy, your continued receding hairline, even those new wrinkles around your eyes. Hell, I even accept being called “Sir” out of respect by young people. And I’m still 40-something.

The scary and misunderstood life of the ignorant and elding. It’s sad.

All this because Monica Belucci and Shania Twain, twomclassy ladies I’m still in love with, looked old on TV the other day.

But don’t worry. I’ve already snapped out of it.

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