On Saturday, I went to the Yankee Peddler Festival with my girlfriend Heather.
At said festival, I saw the most disturbing thing that is going thru my mind all the time. We stood in the longest line known to man for a ruben (omg i got turkey...THE BOMB) and the woman who took our money was pretty old, I don't know but I'd guess maybe in her 70's. She was really wrinkly.
They wear these "old time" clothes, and she bent over, and I saw right into her dress.
I saw her boobs. Her boobs were wrinkly, and pretty much just hangy wrinkled skin, like big raisens. I don't think you can even say they were boobs.
I told my girlfriend what I saw, and I was really bummed out. That would be us one day. To think about getting old, really scares me. Then, thinking that thinking that will cause me to die an early death scares me more.
This is why I have to live in the moment. The future scares me. I thought I was over the image burned in my mind, until I didn't have any bran flakes at home and had to buy the closest thing at work for breakfast.