I'm sitting on the couch here at J's parents' house. I'm railing at the thought that I'll be old one day, or my parents will. I'll hate watching other people fail to consult me because its too hard to wait while I process the information I couldn't quite hear, or do stuff for me because it's faster to do it for me than wait for me to do my own thing. I think, when I get old, I shall be permanently angry and crotchety. don't you dare presume to do stuff for me or decide stuff on my behalf!