We rather confess our moral errors, faults, and crimes than our ignorance. – Goethe.
I notice that there are tell-tale signs when one is getting old.
One is the unflinching belly and the usual craving for sweets as one would sit apprehensively looking for a quick fix inside an office, a cup of coffee, or a can of soda would suffice.
Second is the growing need for interaction or the loss thereof, as one goes home and is forced to remember the past as it was when you can sleep all day and think of nothing but going places and smoking things or ingesting them into your system afterwards forgetting who you are and that was sure bliss.
