Aging
I'm 22 and hate it already
I don't mind the money and responsibility--hell I enjoy living on my own. I just dread that I'll be in my 30s before I know it. From there it all goes downhill
- Get stuck with little snot-goblin kids because your wife needs to have them
- You get sex maybe twice a year
- Your money is spent on family
- You go bald and get fat then develop diabetes (I'm already working on the bald part

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- Your wife puts on 50 lbs and becomes despondent.
- Your parents, older relatives and friends die...
- There is a 50% chance you will divorce (perhaps by this point in will be much higher, if the past 50 years is any indication it cetainly will be...). The whole marriage was pointless. It ends. Right there. 20 years in and POOF it means nothing.
- There is a 25-30% chance your wife will fvck around on you.
- Your body REALLY starts to give out and your hearing, eyesight and mental alertness all begin to deteriorate. Don't trip! If you fall your hip will shatter into a bajillion pieces.
- You get old and wrinkly and develop brownspots.
- All your friends and siblings die.
- Your wife [if you're one of the few who remains committed to each other and the marriage has survived to this point] dies.
- Maybe one of your kids dies prematurely (diabetes, heart disease or cancer).
- You tell everyone that you'll stay active in retirement but that much is a very big lie. Perhaps for the first couple years you are "lively" but then as your body slows down it all goes to hell. From about 60-80 (your last 20 years) you sit around talking about how everything is so expensive. The highlight of your day is your garden and playing a little bridge. Buying a new "toy" is the latest brand of depends adult diapers.
Aging sucks from my point of view
