Life

Often times my parents have friends from our neighborhood over for drinks and sometimes dinner off the BBQ. I find these little events particularly interesting because I am the only person under forty at them. I listen to their conversations and think to myself, I really hope I am not like these people when I am older. They talk about how work sucks, how they can't lose the baby weight, and, if I'm really lucky, their love lifes. With each other. EWWWWW! And while chit chat of stool softeners, light beer, and "the old days" may amuse them, to me, it's just sad. This whole train of thought now has me pondering something much greater, the meaning of life. I mean, what's the point if after forty five years all we feel we have amounted to is a fiber swilling, foam shoe wearing, senior citizen. Perhaps this is cynical, in fact I know it is.But that's what the more matured persons in my life taught me, cynicism and how to tie my shoes. Isn't that lovely?

PS. If you figure out a better meaning to life, please comment. I am open to options, in fact any other option sounds good.