Old people are the only ones who strike up a conversation with me when I’m going for a walk or running errands. I’ve always loved old people though, I take comfort knowing they lived a life before me, experienced hardships and made it through. I’ve always befriended older coworkers, even a really bitter one, I think because I loved hearing their advice on things I never got growing up. I feel sad that so many of them must be lonely, but some of them I see them as aspirational. Old couples going for a walk, old ladies planting flowers in their yard and telling me about their grandkids, or old ladies in nice dresses and makeup— just to grocery shop. Or grandpas at checkout waving hello to my kid trying to get her to wave back, I hope to have a life like that when I’m old. I don’t know what it feels like to be invisible yet and it must suck to never have people older than you to give you advice on how to deal with it. The only solution would be a societal change, and if that ever happens, elders today won’t be alive to experience. But lots of us younger people have empathy for the elders but have too many problems of our own, maybe it’s always been that way, just not to this degree I reckon.