I’ve got another birthday coming up. That, and this sort of forgetfulness, have me wondering again about getting older. All in all, I’d say the aging process is overrated. I can’t recommend it. Yes, it’s great that you finally quit caring about minor details and need never buy another book, but all the downsides add up to a deal-breaker.
Ever pay good money for a book, and then realize two chapters in that you’ve already read it? That’s happened to me more than once, most recently with Ruth Rendell’s The Rottweiler. The bad news: it’s not so great a book that I’d have knowingly bought it twice. The good news: I’ve forgotten how it ends, so I suppose I’ll keep reading.