63 doesn't even seem that old these days.
... apologies if it's not particularly tactful at the moment, but genuinely thinking about when my current mortgage deal expires, doing up place and getting as much as I can, selling up. Then jack in my job and just live as long as the equity in my house lasts.
Honestly trying the best I can to build some sort of a life for myself so I think differently when that happens. At the minute I can't be bothered with grafting in my 50s for how I feel currently.
My Dad - who I reckon is massively on the spectrum. Poor sod has a heed full of toffee wrappers - is approaching his 80s, because God has a twisted sense of humour and lets lost souls drag on for f***ing ever. Can see my later life closely resembling his existence and seriously fuck that into a bin.
If either treated with complete indifference or folk make snide comments to me. Can't be arsed with people. Not worth working 40hrs a week for this shite.