Thursday, March 15, 2012
A Little Trip To My Future
A good friend of mine from work asked to take my picture on his cell phone. He then ran it through an app he had downloaded (I believe it is called Aging Booth) and voilà: the above is the result. Supposedly I have been aged thirty years (which would make that a suggestion of what I will look like at age 82).
Thanks Teron, for taking away my optimism about my future! The thought of what a chore it would be to look in my mirror long enough to comb my hair and shave that face is mind boggling.
The truth is, that app placed on my face fourfold the wrinkles that are on my mother's face at age 79 or that were on my dad's when he died at 72. And neither developed jowls like I am predicted to develop. It slightly grayed my hair a bit more, but that seems likely based on what I now see when I look in the mirror. But what the heck happened to my lips? Where did they go?
Well, considering the alternative of dying younger (too late for me to die young) and leaving a better looking corpse, I willingly trudge on with a weary eye towards my future.
Some things, I think, are just better left unknown. (Just in case, I had better start a savings fund for a face lift.)