Great observation, sad truth,……its cause of June 14th coming up……..isnt it?

In spite of this, I have to ageing is my biggest fear. It’s such an unforgiving disease, and I can be sure to catch it. I had a suicide pact with a friend, but it was for 25 (one year away), and we gave that up in panic a coupla years ago, blaiming our adolescent ignorance. I truly feel like I have never cherished life like I do now, but it is still difficult not to taint it with thoughts of decay.

I often envy people who can bring themselves to believe in gods, because they can at least feel confident in their fate.

When you’re 88, having lived on Venice Beach for a time and banged a succession of modest beauties probably won’t matter much either.

VK, I’m sure you’d both prefer it if you choked him to death with your dick. C’mon, you two — we all know you’re going to end up together.

#7 kasey, you hit the nail on the head.

been reading this blog for a long long time now, and i shake my head sadly when i feel your depression, roosh.

move to venice beach. i have, and im never, ever, ever, moving back east.

venice for life, bitches!!

What sucks the most is that when someone is so far gone that they don’t know who they are, are crapping themselves daily, and can’t recognize their own children, we as a society have deemed it INHUMANE to let them off themselves. No, it’s so morally corrupt to allow a person control over their own destiny, such a horrible thing to allow someone to say “if I get to that point, I would like to be killed”.

But it’s totally HUMANE to lock your grandma away in a nursing home and forget about her as she’s unknowingly crapping herself until she dies amongst a crew of underpaid direct care workers who are just happy there’s one fewer ass to wipe.

Growing old does, indeed, suck. There’s not a thing you can do about it but live your healthy years as well as you can. Because the only thing that’s worse than being old and decrepit is being old and decrepit and looking back and lamenting the years you wasted when you were healthy. I don’t know what the best way is to live a life, but low-grade hedonism, I suspect, isn’t it.

I can also relate to the point that was made in the original post about how suddenly the debilitation of old age can strike. One of the more interesting people I had in my care was this old gay guy who had syphilitic dementia. When he first came in and told me he’d moved into the facility because he was losing his mind, my immediate reaction was “Get the fuck out of here! There’s nothing wrong with you!” Within only a year or two, however, it was all too obvious there was something very wrong with him; within another couple of years, he was gone. Funnily enough, before I’d met him, I’d always thought syphilitic madness was a sort of “cool” kind of insanity (hell, Henry VIII and Idi Amin had had it!). Watching him go downhill, however, made me realize it was just as degrading as any other kind of dementia; indeed, this guy’s behaviour was so similar to that of someone with Alzheimer’s that I long assumed he had the latter disease; it was only just before he died that I found out what the true cause of his decline was.

As for old people who inspire me, to touch on what Abhs said, I’d have to say that the person I’d most like to be like should I reach old age is, perversely enough, Robert Mugabe. Can anyone seriously believe he’s in his 80s now?

Hey!

not that anyone cares but that second todd h post was not the REAL todd h (me)

and for the record – i dont know who or what Ludovico Einaudi is, and i would never write or say “shitts n’ giggles’. ever.

kinda like ‘The Luckiest’ – once your long-time partner goes, you go.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cwlL9tZo30

i’d like to see more and better social institutions – replacements for church and things like that.

Maybe they started going to a different Starbucks because they were afraid that their usual one had been overtaken by stinky hippies?

Ahh talk of old and death makes ya think. It is not a big deal Bro. Live life to the fullest of course that shouldn’t mean always needing to be poor. It may include attaining riches.

“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.

Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”

~Chief Tecumseh, Shawnee Indian Tribe

“The world is awash in money. Do you hear what that means? It is awash in money. It is flowing for everyone. It is like Niagara Falls. And most of you are showing up with your teaspoons.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Take both I wreckin.

I don’t know why everyone believes they will end up like most old people. I also don’t understand why we attribute this dignified nobility to old people that seem to have given up and waddle through their lives in quiet resignation. Perhaps because the majority of them seem to do so. To live is to play a rigged game where you are constantly fighting against the odds, but to win is to hold strong to an optimistic world view.

I know some oldies that turned absolutely hideous looking around the age of 60 or so because of their defeatist attitudes (which I bet they espoused long before that), and I also know some people that look 60 when they are 80. One of my grandfathers just turned 75 and on his birthday he said, “I’m 75, someone get me a fucking beer.”

I found myself listening to Ludovico Einaudi while reading this. The combination of the music, words and sunset was quite potent. A nice read that reminds me of the deeper content you’d arbitrarily post on dcbachelor.com between all the shits’n'giggles.

On the lighter side of things…this also reminds me of “Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey” on SNL.

True. And sadly it could happen much sooner too. You just never know.

Damn thats depressing..

Nevertheless, I agree with the sentiment. Though I think a worse fate is Lou Gehrig’s disease, the slow degradation of your body while the mind stays fine. You slowly lose motor function, walking skills, become bed ridden, have to shit in a bag, lose your speech ability, become quadriplegic and then finally die when your lungs and cardiovascular system are the last to fail. The whole time you brain works perfectly trapped inside a defective shell. It happened to my uncle and its a terrible fate.

“Every man dies. Not every man truly lives”

- William Wallace (Mel Gibson)