I'm old; I'm always trying to think of the memories I'm missing. As a child, I once asked my grandmother what she does all day. She watched wrestling (believing it was real), soap operas, and reflected on her memories. I'm still waiting for that...the memory part. Most of my memories are unpleasant. The wages of sin, I guess.
I'm uncomfortable with modern greetings. I prefer a simple "hello". I remember in 1977 the first time someone offered the common current greeting of "how are you doing". My heart swelled with joy. Someone cared. These days if you ask how I'm doing you get a full rundown of my ailments. Better hope my butt doesn't itch at the moment.