I know exactly how you feel albeit for another reason. You see, I was recently filling out an application for living at a senior apartment complex at the building's cafeteria, and the unusual antics from the residents firmly convinced me that I needed to remain as far from that place as possible. For example, this elderly skinny dude entered the cafeteria rooster strutting and gyrating his hips while undulating his arms. Another, an elderly lady who was serving food at the counter, was vehemently demanding respect after being insulted. Some others were hovering around staring into a far distance as if totally dethatched from reality. Thanks but no thanks!I guess I'm resisting, or in denial. The more oldies I encounter the younger I feel. I thought that the Senior Center was scary last year.
Yesterday I went in for some lab work and as a walk-in I sat and waited for an hour. I don't think I've ever seen such a parade of painted gnarly chicken feet, varicose veins, and feeble T-Rex arms in my life. And those were just the ones without walkers or wheelchairs or huffing and puffing through Covid masks. Enough to give one flashbacks to the Crypt Keeper (Tales From The Crypt).