More specifically on the subject of not changing for others or altering yourself for mass appeal; to make it easier to find a mate and attain the 2.5 children in the 3.5 bedroom house with 1.5 baths. If you don’t conform, won’t you end up most likely dying alone?
First I asked if they really wanted the house with the half toilet and half bedroom and then I asked what the .5 in the 2.5 child thing was?
Yes I know it’s an average… But is the .5 an abortion or miscarriage? Is that part of the average? (Because I didn’t know we were counting those…)
Anyway; offensive jokes aside, (and no the individual posing the question did not think I was funny), back to the point.
If we don’t change to fit ourselves for mass appeal or a current suitor, are we more likely to die alone? Should we sell out and sell ourselves short so we don’t end up expiring solo?
No.
I mean, really? Marrying and/or forcing yourself to stay in a mediocre to shit relationship just so you might croak next to someone? That sounds stupid and semi-masochistic to me…
Because, truthfully, you most likely will die alone!
Not to be Debbie Downer on a Wednesday, (although Wednesday Adams may enjoy it), it’s true.
Think of the many possible ways you could meet your end, (there’s tons)! Most don’t involve a person right by your side.
You get hit by a bus crossing the street on your way to work. By yourself, most likely.
Die in a car crash on your way somewhere, during rush hour. Also most likely solo.
Struck down by lightning on the golf course. Your pack of dudes just watched you get zapped, but you weren’t looking at them, in your head at your final moment, your eye was on the ball…
You’re dying in the hospital and your partner goes out to get coffee, bam, dead!! Red lined that shit. Hardy-har-har, what a joke; you met the end alone anyway!
Or maybe by a stoke of poor luck, you drop dead for no apparent reason, in the middle of cleaning a toilet. Like the lightning scenario, even if you’re “married”, you’re still dead and you died alone, this time, with your head in the toilet. Bad luck.
And one more - let’s say you do have your partner and 2.5 kids there with you, but you have Dementia or Alzheimer’s. You have no idea who the freaks are that are staring at you. You’re delirious and can’t everybody just shut the fuck up and get out so you can be alone with your thoughts?
Kind of a mind fuck isn’t it?
But on that note, it also takes off that “die alone” pressure. Take that silly shit off of the fucking table, because it seems to be that odds are, you will expire alone. And I happen to have a degree in death, so maybe I know a little on the subject…
Don’t sell out. Don’t settle for dumb reasons. If you sell out to settle down because you don’t want to die alone, go back and read the unicorn blog I wrote a few weeks back. You can’t prove they don’t exist, but if you’re going to start with the magical thinking you might as well go all the way. Start setting traps in the yard, Bucko.
Now listen, I’m not that fucking great. I just speak from experience. Every few years, this stupid shit goes through my head. The oh, crap, I better get my shit straight and try to not end up dying alone. But look, I threw logic into the mix and now I can see what a dizzy bitch I was for that kind of thinking. I probablywill end up dying alone, but I’d like my breathing days to be enjoyable. Not staring down the face of some shit-bag I can’t stand, day in and day out; so that maybe I get hit by lightning while doing so.
Being alone sucks but being with someone you hate or simply don’t love sucks worse.
And then you’ve just wasted your time living. And why the fuck would you want to do that?
So do what makes you happy and hold out for what you want.
In doing so, your odds are better for being happy in the end; however it may be that you end up biting it…which hopefully is far off and at least, mildly pleasant.
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