Last night, an 18-year-old said to me “you have your whole life in front of you!” I carefully explained to her that I actually don’t. More than half my life is behind me now, unless I live to be 102. The cliché does not apply. She thought that was a little dark, but she’s 18. I said, wait until you’re 51, and she said, “Oh my gosh, that’s so far away!”
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