It's math. That's all. You hate math? Here's another reason:
If you live a normal life-span, chances are half the people you meet, including young people, old people, fun people, and dour old sourpusses like me, will die before you do.
It's your fault for living so long. If you die at eleven, you may never experience the loss of a friend. Of course, I don't recommend that. It's not good for the species.
But the math is unassailable.
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Not very comforting, is it? My suggestion, then, is everybody, starting right now, help make ours an even longer-lived species. Let's make the average life-span a hundred and fifty years, and that's just for starters!
Sixty is the new forty, right? So that means seventy-five is the new sixty!
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Wait a minute.
Dang! I'll never be able to retire!
Checks fingers and toes. Yeah, that's right, fifty.
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Well, okay then.
Good Night, folks.
You gotta retire! How will you find the time to empty your brain onto the printed page if you don’t retire? You owe it to the world!
(Still having some trouble w/this sleep thing.)
Thanks, Bob, but I lost my best friend when I was 14. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten over it.
From then on, Death has dogged me, but never claimed me. There is no “reason” why...it just “IS!”
Dangit! MATH?
I seem to have no desire to retire.
Wait.
“Show me the way to my habitual abode,
I’m fatigued and desire to retire!
I Had a stimulation ‘bout an hour ago,
and it went right to my cerebellum.
Wherever I may ambulate,
Wherever I may roam.
You can can always hear me
singing this melody,
Show me the way to my habitual abode.
I sang this with my friend Eloise on the schoolbus...
The counter-melody was simply the ditty...Show me the way to go home!...