Fear Of Old Age?

I have this morbid thought that I don’t want to die old, I wanted to die at 50ish and nothing more than that because I don’t want to look wrinkly and old on my death bed and at the funeral photos my friends, family and relatives would take during my wake. Is that considered as fear of old age? Maybe. Or because I am vain? Probably.

I don’t want people to see me ugly, I want them to remember me as vibrant, pretty and young looking as I am today. I don’t want sad songs playing on my funeral I want fun songs. I want all my funny pretty pics showcased not the old-wrinkly me.

Maybe this is the reason why anti-aging products were created, so that people who have the same thoughts as I am will not have to face a wrinkled face in the mirror some day. At age 30 I started to using anti-aging creams to be on the safe side.

Heck, I know I will forever see myself as how I look today but just for kicks I played along this see you in 20 years thingy where I can see how I look 20 years from now, all wrinkled and dark blonde.

Hey,

Look at me in 20 years from now!