Maybe there’s something wrong with me, but I really and truly love living and love the shit show too. And so does my cat. I’ll be 90 in June and she’ll be 10. Already have good place for her to go if I croak before she does. My afterlife will be what it will be, as I fall far short of sainthood.
Lol.. I gave my kid a house so my cat would have a place to live because I am counting my days. The 5 year old cat who was my evacuation buddy and lived in a car with me after losing everything in a wildfire died of cancer and my son kept the house and hasn’t spoken to me since.
You never know.
Ps. I once enjoyed living too.