2062

Think about the year 2062. Fifty years from now, one hundred years from 1962. I feel as though I can fathom 1962 a lot more than I can imagine 2062, despite the fact that (hopefully) I'll be alive for the latter. Maybe that's because 1962 already happened, and we can look at it as it was, not as what it might be. Just something really interesting that I thought about once I decided upon my post title.

So. 2062. The year in which I will turn 71 years old. Again, if I'm alive. (Editor's Note: For all intents and purposes, let's say that I will be.) What the hell am I going to do with my life? My grandparents are in their eighties now, married for over 50 years. They go on cruises (I think), go on trips to casinos and stuff, and get early bird lunch specials ten times a week. They see their grandchildren, their friends, family, and neighbors. They watch TV, read, and go to sleep at a perfectly reasonable hour. I'm not saying that's the life. That absolutely is. I would love nothing more than to be able to do all of those things. But is that really what our generation will be doing when it's our time to be retired? One thing I'm looking forward to over winter break is playing Pokemon Diamond or Pearl. Seriously. Read a book or two maybe, see my friends, and go to San Diego for SURE stuff. But given the fact that I have no schoolwork to worry about, I'm enjoying winter break to the max. But what will we do when winter break becomes years? Will we be on our laptops? Will we be playing in virtual casinos instead of at Foxwoods or Mohegan Sun? I'm genuinely curious about this...what will we do when we retire? Has anybody thought about this? If you have any sort of answer to this question, please leave a comment. Not only does no one ever comment and I get sad, I actually want to know what people think about this, about what we're going to do with ourselves when we're in the midst of our retirement.