2 Being a Seenager

Being a Seenager

 I have become, wait for it, a "Seenager."  This I am told on great authority, is just like being a teenager again but so much better. I have all of the attributes that I so desired as a teenager, only 60 years later. Rejoice, I say again rejoice.

I do not have to go to school, which means nobody drags me out of bed in the morning to get ready. I get a monthly allowance; they just call it a pension.

I have my own pad. I am not talking about my iPad; I mean that in the sense of my pad.
  
I have no curfews; I can stay out as long as I like.

I have a driver's license and own my own car.

I have an ID that gets me into bars and wine stores. Ok so it also gets me on the bus.

The people I hang around with are not scared of getting pregnant, they are not scared of anything. Like me they consider it something special that they have lived so long, so why would they ever be scared of anything.

Another thing that makes life so good, is that by the time you reach the end of this page you will be feeling so much better and much more intelligent, that is if like me, you are a Seenager.

The brains of older people are slow, but that is simply because they know so much.

People who grow older do not in fact decline mentally, it just takes them longer to compute the facts because they have more information in the brain that requires sorting.

So, you see! No need to bemoan it is time to rejoice.


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