I think how we age has a lot to do with where we've been. I have always wanted to be a writer, (check), but I haven't been a successful writer on my own terms. I won't define what those terms are, but at the end of my 45 year, I am still emerging, as opposed to there; my secondary goal was to become an English professor; never made it, though now I am not sure not teaching was such a bad thing, though I enjoy critical scholarship, and lack the resources (as well as feel intimidated by the professional class) to play, and my career in social services and advocacy is over, because I never imagined both that cerebral palsy would do X to me physically, and that society in turn would take away resources which had been there during my student days. I wanted to marry someone of similar educational background, and men in my life have been nothing short of grief, if not a nightmare. Those already potty trained and cultured have wives whom I don't want to be shot by, and I know of where I speak ;)
So I'm miserable. Long life? No thanks. I am hoping to achieve a few more things as an author, but once I do that, and have Widener University archive my work, I don't want to stick around to lose my mind and get aggressive with future caretakers. 65 to 68 years is enough for me, if that.

