Every once in a while, on a pizza run, I’ll catch a glimpse of a future that worries me.
It’ll be some older male customer who’s living alone, in a tiny, isolated trailer way out on the edge of our delivery range, without a vehicle to his name. Some of these guys have a way of sharing a bit much about their lives, so I know they aren’t getting any visits from people. Just alone, filling their later years with television. Some of them by choice, some of them because of past choices.
I’ll just be real vulnerable for a second: that’s a future I’m afraid of.
I often worry about ending my life alone and broke, driving people away through advanced curmudgeonry. It sounds like overthinking, but my personality does tend that direction, and I worry about it a bit. I’m putting quite a bit of effort these days into avoiding that future.
Now, your typical response might be, don’t worry, Brandon. That won’t happen.
But maybe there’s an even better response.