Continuing the theme of necessities, being waited upon is not one of them. Being a waiter myself is the perfect example. I serve the elderly, so maybe that's not the best example. Some of the residents aren't able to get up on their own, or have to use a scooter. Being the twenty-two year old I am, I can never picture myself in an old-folks home. Senile and wrinkly people belong there, and I am neither of those things nor will ever be those things. I will never have Dumbo- esque ears, I will never allow my neck be as long as a turkey's gobbler.
Imagine seeing things familiar to you as a boy, then seeing them again seventy years later. Would the colors be different because of poor eyesight, or have the colors really just changed? Would the smells be the same, or would there be any smell at all? What about the other senile and wrinkly people? Will they understand what I am going through because it's a generational thing, or will they all look at me like I'm an old bat?
This entry will have to wait to be continued, it is time for me to water the elephant.
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