Regrets of a 59-Year-Old Man

I turned 59 yesterday.

Life whizzes past faster than you can imagine.

Live in a subsidized senior apartment, 1 bedroom, balcony, I rent my parking space to another tenant, I have a bicycle and a scooter.

JFK was president when I was born. Seen a lot, didn’t do much of anything

Air Force for 30 years, now a night janitor at a government building, in a major US city.

Never married, never dated, almost had sex with a prostitute, but my self respect stopped me.

A couple of hobbies, nothing important, I read a lot, play the acoustic guitar.

No television, no microwave. Still use a typewriter. No, drugs, alchohol or smokes.

Lots of long walks with my dog, she is a Jack Russell Terrier named Stella, my best friend.

I exist, I don’t really live. I am probably an NPC. I exist to fill out the background in other people’s reality.

If you saw me on the bus you wouldn’t even look twice.

I have gone more than a week without speaking to anyone.

When I die no one will probably even notice. No one really notices that I am alive.

Lunchtime is almost over and I still have 15 bathrooms to clean.

Does it get better? Not really you just give up along the way.

Thanks for listening to a non entity for a few moments.