If I do grow old, I'd be an asshole to my heart's content. What are you gonna do to an old woman? Call her a witch?
I'd have an unhealthily amount of sunglasses and scarves, glare at people instead of flashing the polite smile I have permanently fixed on my face.
Silver and black jewellery.Dark clothes.Perfumes.Vehicles.Pets.
Anything I want.
I'd buy whatever I want as long as the cost doesn't rub me the wrong way (I plan on dying WEALTHY), say things without watering it down (example; telling chatterboxes to shut the hole in their ugly faces), flip people off, smoke cigarettes in public, and eat whatever I want.
I might not have my grandchildren because I don't plan on having kids. I say might because I might adopt, I might not, but I'm not producing a child myself, also not raising one from scratch.
I hope that, even though I'm not 100% healthy, I'd be strong enough to do things myself. Maybe slower than I am and in a little more pain than I feel everyday, but not at the mercy of someone's care. God forbid it!
I'll have a cane just because, and I'd use it to hit and poke people. If you make a wish for me to die because I'm troublesome, I'll outlive you. Yeah, I'm getting your lifespan bitch.
I'll prolly not own a gun because I WILL use it. At the slightest provocations.