I'm getting old. I hate to admit it, but it's true. Looking back, the signs were there. I just didn't want to see them. The cashier at Trader Joe's stopped carding me and started calling me ma'am. The handsome 20-something guy didn't rush to open the door for me anymore. He didn't even notice my existence. But recently I've realized something when it comes to getting older: I. Don't. Care.
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