I rarely hear someone saying that they love their company.
At least in modern cultures.
They say they’re slow, they don’t see or hear well and they smell…
How about being proud of ourselves that we’re not judgemental?
Or that applies only to things we like?
“Isn’t this ironic? Don’t you think?”
Let’s put it this way: getting old it’s a privilege these days.
I wish to grow old.
The oldest possible.
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