I remember when
remembering bubbled up happy memories that made me happy. Not like now when happy memories make me sad. I remember thinking about being a child and feeling warm fuzzy snuggly feelings like lying half naked on a sheepskin rug.
Not like now- it is strange to be jealous of your past self.
Do you remember being able to lay down all the way in the bathtub? That’s one of the major disappointments in adulthood.
1- everyone you love dies and likely will slip away before they go
2- you get old and don’t recognise yourself
3- you can’t stretch out and float in the bathtub anymore and bubble baths give you a UTI
getting old is some cruel thing