On Boredom and Growing old

I've come to write because...i simply can't think of anything to do..*sigh* what holidays do to a person...haha..but i shouldn't complain. It's so odd isn't it when you get so excited and anticipate the holidays.."Ah! Now for some undisturbed rest" and I came all the way home to realize that rest isn't like a smooth melody sweeping past you, soothing out the stress and leaving you feeling refreshed...

Instead what I found waiting for me was...boredom..the blasted old fiend cluthes and hangs on like a worm in the gut. *sigh...just makes me wonder about old people and what they do with their time. I shudder thinking about the prospect that one day I might be those old batty grandmas with hypermetropic eyes and failing sphincter muscles, just staring at everything and nothing as days turn into years. With monthly highlights being visits to clinics and hoarding vitamins and pills while chuckling in greedy satisfaction. Why the obsession over pills and medicine? Well, when you're 75 and over, I guess that is the only thing you can rightfully claim. Something made specially for you, with you in mind.

Oh well..I do fervently hope that when that day comes, I'll have someone to go senile with..=p