If a fortune teller says you will turn 100

Suddenly she was there, in the middle of the desert. On a carpet with which she could just fly away, surrounded by comfortable cushions. I felt incredibly washed up in ‘Lawrence of Arabia’, although I must say that (despite the seven Oscars) I never managed to get further than the scene where he flies off the road with his scooter. I can tell you: that happens very quickly.

Of course we wanted to, one a bit more than the other. So I went too, as the second to last. I feel a bit like I'm going into a job interview: everything I do is being read. Something about me is being told. I want to shake her hand, but that's apparently not customary, so I just sit down. Sitting cross-legged like her doesn't work. Still that damn instep that hurts, a souvenir from a Christmas party that got a bit out of hand. I'll tell you about that later. So I just put that leg aside. Damn, my left knee is still not flexible. The bill from last week when I sat too long at the manicure, wanted to run hard to my car to be on time for our babysitter and then got stuck hard with my foot in my wide trouser leg and suddenly lay flat on the Amsterdam Overtoom. But sitting wide-legged in a half split in front of the fortune teller is not an option. Then I just have to bite through the pain. She took my hand.

At eighteen, I had grown up quickly. That applies to more young adults, but still, in my case, it was true. And I had been away for a while. Abroad. That might fall into the category of hitting the mark for Western students, because who doesn't take a gap year? But okay, okay, I did do an internship, so well, I give her the benefit of the doubt. Singapore Work then. After three years, I usually wanted something different. True, true, I nodded in my head. And now I was happy because freedom and friendship are important to me when it comes to work. Then I looked up for a moment. We came to the chapter on health. 'You very strong,' she said, and she even made a fist. I didn't want to break the myth by telling her about that instep and that knee and just nodded along because these two.

little incidents aside, I don't often miss anything. And I would grow old, she said. Always nice to hear. 100, she said. No, more. 103, 104. Of course, I had to giggle a bit when I returned to the group, but the thought just won't leave me. Because now I think this... I just have to go ahead and do that lens replacement surgery. I'll laugh it off. Just imagine having to buy lenses for another 60 years, what a fortune that is.

1. If the.
2. plane is really going wild, I can reassure everyone around me. I'm going to be 103, so just assume we're not crashing., So it's really worth it to learn a new language or perfect my English. I have to last a long time, so I'm going to benefit immensely.
3. Uh, that pension. Am I going to manage all that now that I'm getting twenty years more than expected?.
4. Will I then also be so happy that I might even witness great-grandchildren?
5. On a darker note... How many funerals am I going to witness?
6. Or can we agree now that my loved ones also get this centennial stamp and hit 100?
7. On a lighter note: how many weddings are still to come? How many babies?
8. Every expensive purchase (yes sorry, I did it again) is therefore extra legitimized, because the costs per wear drop drastically.
9. Maybe I can even consider a completely new career, with study and all. Man, guys, I'm not even halfway there, yiehaaaa.
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