Sigh. I’m probably not pessimistic enough to qualify. I bet I’ll die young. Just my luck.
I’m already too old to die young.
This explains how my uncle Bruce lived to be almost ninety. He was about as lifeless as anyone ever seen outside of a grave, when he came to visit he would lie on the couch and grumble. He had a voice that made my hero Charlton Heston sound like a sissy, when he whispered the house moved but he missed an opportunity to make millions as an announcer, he spent his working career walking around a towel factory oiling machines. He made Rodney Dangerfield look like the president of the Optimist Club.
The Pessimists creed:
Nothing lasts forever, unless it does.
I'll probably, like you, live to be 150 because there's no way i qualify either. The Dims will probably rule the whole time and my long life will be utter hell.