>>23884745>le based old manStrolling past a mall cafeteria then gazing upon a lonely old man sitting at one of those bar tables with the stools, situated parallel at a main walkway is what initiated this thread.
Maybe I superimposed (projected) my innermost insecurities and fears onto the poor geezer, but he had a most childlike expression. Hard to describe it now, but he had such an expression of wonder and curiosity, most of all, a moping kind of expression hungering for conversation.
Then I think about all those interaction I have had with old people, especially one with this retired trucker. Then I thought about my dad and how old and wrinkly he has gotten.
Doesn't help that I keep looking back to this jog i had the other evening where this stupid long hair manchild was playing with a remote hotwheels car and zoomed that shit right in my direction. I had to quickly shift to uneven ground and jolt onto the walkway again but I overstepped and twisted my ankle. Luckily i applied the entire support on my left leg instead of the twisted one; but i keep recursively thinking...had i been older and weaker, that could have easily been a hospital visit.
I fear age more than my mortality.
