When I'm 64

There are a couple of nice things about growing older. One, you can look back at your youth and see what a complete idiot you were and know that people who were the age you are now when you were young were laughing their asses off at what an idiot you were. Two, you are now that person laughing their ass off at all the little idiots.

It's not that youth is so stupid, contrare, like any generation all youth have their brilliant and not so brilliant ones among them. Each one has those among them who seem older and wiser than their years as well as those who seem to have a serious case of arrested development. My personal opinion is, these same people change little as they age. Those who seem wiser only grow wiser and those who are not so wise need two by fours slammed upside their heads occasionally to get a clue.

I always thought I fell halfway into the latter catagory.  Well, at least when I opened my mouth and made what I considered some profound statement about life anyway. For some reason (probably because I felt so incredibly inferior to others) I kept my mouth shut a lot and just listened.

I tended not to listen to the warnings of my parent's generation, instead I looked to people 10 to 15 years older than me. That would have been people around John Lennon's age. I really believed these people had all the answers to life and that they would be forth coming with answers shortly.  I began to believe they were withholding answers because I never got any responses to my queries except for the proverbial, "You'll just have to experience it, I can't explain it".

There is this woman I know. She is 60 years old. She is 11 years older than I am. I think she is so fricking HOT!. She was a hippy back in the 60's. I look at her and see that she still has questions about life. Something about her appeals to me. I wonder if she ever just needs to be held occasionally. She has this ageless grace about her. I have wondered what just laying there stroking her face in the after glow would be like. Stroking tenderly the lines of her life etched in her face.