I have had two examples in my life that have made me determined not to be a pill when I am old. I once lived near an old folks’ home. Interacting with them on a daily basis was enlightening. Some were friendly, interested, curious, and sweet. Others were totally self-interested, mean, short-tempered, downright nasty. I began to suspect that it probably impacted the quality of care they received and thus their life expectancy.
Also, who wants to spend their days like that? Not me. So unpleasant.
Lately, I’ve been appalled at my mother’s nasty sharpness and sniping at and about her caregivers. I will fall on my sword first before I get that way.