So it begins...

...hadn't visited this thread in a few days. Short on time, being out of country and off line for a while. So-rry :p


While I'm very much *aware* of the shortness and fleetingness of life (I'm 30 and I have life insurance and all of my high-cost loans have early death clauses on them in favor of my girlfriend or parents), my fears are much more towards the "suddenly become disabled" variety than the "suddenly dead" type. If I wrap my car around a pylon tomorrow and I'm dead...Well, so be it. I've thought about suicide often enough that my dying early and leaving people sin't something that worries or scares me.
Suddenly being crippled, blind, deaf, or - far worse - mentally handicapped, as in early onset Alzheimers, Parkinson, what-have-you? That scares the willies out of me. It could happen to anyone, at any time - a stroke, something congenital, a short time of blood or oxygen deprivation for the brain, and huzzah, you no longer have a short term memory. Or you can't speak anymore. Or you're locked in. Or you start slowly regressing to a four-year-old - all the while aware of what you're losing.
I'll take the quick smash against a wall or bridge or something over that any day.

And geeze, I was balding at 14, graying at 16. It's really lucky being completely shaven bald went from "neo-nazi and completely unacceptable" to "cool/rugged manly" over the past decade. I don't even shave the top of my head anymore, there's not even fuzz growing there :(
Regarding the fear of disability, you may find the following concept reassuring (as I did): The Hedonic Treadmill
 
So no matter how lucky I get, I'll go back to being as unhappy as I'm now? Oh joy of joys ;)
Hey. I'm sitting at a bar, having just got off work. Behind me, there's about 20 of my coworkers all sitting together that I'm trying to ignore . . .wait, what am I trying to say?


I don't know. But what I do know is that I spend eight hours each day around people I don't want to be around.


I still don't know what I'm trying to say.
 
Hey. I'm sitting at a bar, having just got off work. Behind me, there's about 20 of my coworkers all sitting together that I'm trying to ignore . . .wait, what am I trying to say?


I don't know. But what I do know is that I spend eight hours each day around people I don't want to be around.


I still don't know what I'm trying to say.
...That you're looking for the Drunk Thread in an hour or so? :p
 
Hey. I'm sitting at a bar, having just got off work. Behind me, there's about 20 of my coworkers all sitting together that I'm trying to ignore . . .wait, what am I trying to say?


I don't know. But what I do know is that I spend eight hours each day around people I don't want to be around.


I still don't know what I'm trying to say.
No, the forum isn't going to hire you!

--Patrick
 
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