For several years, these old Furlongs have participated in University Studies. This entails regular interviews over the phone during Covid, and pre-Covid, face to face interviews about all manner of things pertaining to how getting old affects us, or, in the old days, religion, philosophy, grown children, health, lifestyle etc.
Last week we completed an extra long study.This week we start a new one from a different department and we are in a control group.
As we age, the interviewers seem to get younger. They, personally have not always designed the study. But I hope they report to their masters in the department.
The very last question in the last interview of the last study that completed last week was:
“How optimistic are you about your future life?”
“Well, I am seventy six. I have no optimism about my future life. In my future I am going to gradually enter an entropic state of physical decay and then death.There is no part of that that could infuse optimism in me.”
I don’t know what Mr Furlong said.
But no one has ever asked us “Are you enjoying getting old?”
No one in their right mind would ask a question like that because everyone can see that getting old, infirm, gagga, doddery, frail, slow, forgetful, tired, grumpy, weak, clumsy, deaf, blind or dead, is not something you enjoy, its just something you endure.
Because you HAVE to.