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When we were walking the dog I realized that when I was young, I was looking forward. Now, I look more to my feet, sometimes even backwards.
Like many things, I don’t know when I started—when did I become a different person?
And, worse, who is the me in the future?
At best it tolerates. At worst it is actively hostile.
@feloneouscat
As Shirley MacLaine said in Steel Magnolias
“Time marches on and it’s marching right across my face!”
@feloneouscat time doesn’t forgive.