I just saw a photo of Paul McCartney on the beach, his withered old body basking in the sun. Zooming in as I normally do, I realized that his withered old body was way better than my flabby young body. How on earth can this old man have a better body than me? I mean, his body isn’t great by anyone’s standards, but it’s helluva lot better than mine.
I recently also saw photos of Pierce Brosnan at the beach and felt a tinge of schadenfreude knowing that we all age, even James Bond. Then, once I again zoomed in, I realized that even with his big fat belly and falling face, he still looks a damn sight better than me.
Could it be that these people (celebrities) have lived a life of relative luxury and therefore, even at their ripe old age, they’ll look a bit better than, say, the average coal miner? Maybe. All I know is that I might need to lay off the greasy and fatty foods for a spell, even though they are mighty delicious. Maybe I should also start jogging again, or at least doing a pull-up here and there. Damn, this shit is hard.
Fuck it, I’m think I’m OK with Paul and Pierce looking better than me… who really cares anyway? Not me.
Dear I, anonymous, They are rich and don’t care if their arms and belly sag in their bathing suits,
This is nothing for you to be depressed about, they will die soon, and you will be still in your prime. By then you will be getting fit and will look great. You are going to be just fine.