I entered my late twenties recently. My roommate seems to think I’m knocking on death’s door because of this. Been meaning to buy a cane.
There’s an old proverb, “A life sentence certainly becomes less of a deterrent the older I get.”
There’s an episode of House one time where it turns out a wife is secretly trying to kill her husband by sprinkling a little gold dust into his food for each meal. Somehow this is supposed to give him heavy-metal poisoning (like lead poisoning) which is rarely ever tested for. I’m not sure of the biological mechanism.
I filled out my benefits for next year today. Got pissed off that health insurance isn’t free in America. My mom called me at the same time and she could hear how pissy I was in my voice.
I watched a movie where a very elderly woman has a stroke or something, and is bedridden the whole time. At the end, her husband suffocates her with a pillow. It’s not clear to me if the audience was supposed to think this was a good thing or not.
My grandma sometimes needs help loading her concealed-carry pistol because her arthritis makes it hurt to put bullets in the magazine.
One of the most disturbing movies was Midsommar. The whole premise follows a Swedish culture that is still apparently chill with Ättestupa (a ritualistic senicide), among other things.
I’ve never really believed I’d make it to my thirties, intuiting that a horrific car crash would get me. It almost happened at 11:00 pm on the night of my 27th birthday. (Not my fault.) I can’t stop thinking about it.
My dad’s stepdad (my step grandpa?) called me the other day and told me that he went walking from 3:00 am to 6:00 am; at some point, he fell and cut his face. His memory is failing.
“Sedentary lifestyle for 20 years linked to doubled early mortality risk compared to being active.” I’ve become a sloth ever since my brother got married.