Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for June 07, 2018

I still act like I’m 16…

My dear Aunty why worry about getting out of a mess. Messes are like buses the minute you got rid of one another one comes a long. So why not embrace the mess you’re in ?

Live with it! Strange, as it may sound, we all have to do that.

Youth is wasted on the young. Wish I could take credit for coining that.

I was a Peter Pan. I never wanted to grow up. I did grow old though.

Be careful what you wish for Aunty!!

Just enjoy Aunty. Eventually, it will be all about heat—lots of it.

Hang in there, Aunty!

Why should we get you out of your mess?

I get your worry, Aunty, but where exactly are you pointing?

It should be as easy as “A-B-C.” I thought you were a quick learner.

Is it just me and my bifocals, but does “just freakin look at us” look like its in 3D?

Me??? Why can’t you get us out of this mess. Getting old ain’t for sissies!

I was tricked into this. So unfair!

Getting into a mess… a good problem to have. Many die young, no chance at getting into the mess of old age. (Though I wish I had never got into the mess of depression at any age! Still fighting through… guess lucky to made it through thus far in depression)

Forget being an adult Aunty, I want to turn back time.