So i just saw a news story about a kid who found out he had cancer and decided to love out his bucket list, and everyone considered him an inspiration.
But not me.
If I only had a few years to live, it would be a no-brainer. I would spend every last dime of my money because I would know it wouldn't matter. If I failed and ended up penniless, it wouldn't matter. Even if I ran out of money, my cancer would mean people would be there to catch me or support me out of sympathy... people would line up to GIVE me money because of my cancer.
It's much harder to sit here knowing I have at least another 40 years and I have to save that money for when I'm too old to earn any more, and spend the rest of the time working to earn enough to get by.
Cancer patients are lucky... they're relieved of all the endless financial responsibilities and uncertainties that make life so shitty. Hearing his story only makes suicide pacts seem like an attractive option.
I don't think that many would agree with you but I can feel your pain. Another 40 years, me too, man, me too.
And now they say that we should have like three million saved up for retirement.
And gas will cost like ten dollars a gallon and a loaf of bread will be ten dollars.
I simply can't understand how the average person finds modern life so appealing. There is so little to it. Bad food, bad marriages, debt, being underpaid, bad television, boring cars, boring jobs, boring gossip, paperwork.
There is no beauty. No art. No passion. Just money, bills, debt, keeping the lights on and the holiest of holy: the cable TV!
Men don't walk around with any real aura of bravado and women don't hold themselves with any unique style.
It's all flat!
But mr. and mrs. average will soldier on. Clinging to it all as though is was the greatest thing ever. Showing everyone pictures of their latest trip to Disney.
Sorry I drifted but I feel like ranting. I guess because it's a full moon.