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I was thinking about this just today. I see elderly people walking slowly on canes, hooked to oxygen machines, in wheel chairs, talking in coherently, looking dazed, wear diapers, homeless with no one to care for them...and I don't even like to think about nursing homes...
it is a scary thought that I may be like that when I get into my senior years and beyond. Even though we can take precautions with our health and get plastic surgery ...we can not fight the inevitable...aging.
I was thinking about this just today. I see elderly people walking slowly on canes, hooked to oxygen machines, in wheel chairs, talking in coherently, looking dazed, wear diapers, homeless with no one to care for them...and I don't even like to think about nursing homes...
it is a scary thought that I may be like that when I get into my senior years and beyond. Even though we can take precautions with our health and get plastic surgery ...we can not fight the inevitable...aging.
I am really scared when I see elderly people walking on canes, or hooked to oxygen machines too. Yikes.
I hope whenever I reach old age that I would die fast. I don't want to die in slow agonizing death.
When I get old, I want to be like my great-grandmother, the one I was named for (my first name, that is, because she's the one out of the two I'm named for who I actually met, although I hear the other was awesome, too.) She lived to be so old, in her 90's I think, but she was always so independent. She lived in her own house all the way till her last day. I don't ever remember seeing her using oxygen or walking with a cane or anything like that. I remember her cooking and making me and my sister glasses of chocolate milk. I remember that she had lots of flower gardens which she was never too frail to tend, and that her eyesight was always good enough for her to make quilts by hand. Of all the old people I've ever known, I think she was probably the coolest one of the lot. I have many things in common with her, now that I think of it. My name is one, and I also have flower gardens, and love to cook and sew. I even make quilts. I'm also good at math like she was. She was a bookkeeper, and continued working until she was about 80 years old.
A wise person once said "we'll all get old one day... if we're lucky." Well, if I'm lucky, I'll live to a ripe old age, and if I'm insanely lucky, I'll live all my days fully just like my great-grandmother whose name I probably do very little justice.
That said, yes, it scares me a little bit to think of aging. I found a grey hair the other day. Yes, I'm only 25, but I found a grey hair. In my family, people live damn near forever, but grey early. I don't know why that is, but I found out that I'm not an exception on the latter count. I've got a long ways to go before I will be old, but that grey hair was a tangible reminder that yes, one day, I will be (if I'm lucky, right?) and a bit of reality did set in with that thought.
I can only hope that I will follow the way of family in that process. Of course, my great-grandmother did not age so gracefully by luck and good genes alone (although that played a large role.) She was also a very healthy person. She walked to work every single day. I can't remember if she ever knew how to drive. What I do know is that she walked just about everywhere, and even in old age, she was very fit. She also was not on to take many medications. Even when she was very sick with the cancer which ultimately took her life, she didn't want to be drugged up. I can recall my dad telling me that one day she told him "yeah, the pain was pretty bad today. I had to take an Aspirin." She was as mentally strong as she was physically. I think those factors had every bit as much to do with her long, healthy, and productive life as her genetics did.
If those things are true, then it's my choice. I've got the genes. I just have to live the life that will allow me to age well. The choice is mine to make, and I am fortunate for that. I am a bit afraid of getting old, but I also know that it doesn't have to be a bad process.
I forget I'm in my 40's but there are times when my body likes to remind me... little things here and there. Which makes getting old something that seems possible which is something that seemed so remote in my 20's and even most of my 30's. I too get scared when I see the elderly out and about with their equipment and looking so frail. I think my greatest fear is being alone when I'm elderly. That and bad health. I wanna be old and sassy, gardening, painting, being a grandma and all that--not sick.