makes me worry what I'll be like when i need some young whippersnapper so that I can pay via personal, irrational, conditional thinking.

Sometimes I share this fear.

But then I think - I'm on Lemmy, so I think "I'm still hip to new jazz."

But then I remember that Virtual Reality will (probably) be commonplace someday, and something somewhere will require it - and I know in my heart that I'll complain loudly about it before, during, and after I (demand that my grandchild) use it (for me).