I’m 47 (48 in 2 days) and I think about it more than I should too. I wish I had more faith (I’m agnostic), it would give me more comfort I think. I sometimes wish I would’ve had children, I also think that this would give me some comfort. Oh well, life will go on once we are gone. I have nieces and a nephew who will continue on after I am gone. I think that thinking about it less would probably lead to a happier life.
I hopeci only have 10 to 15 years left. That would put me between 62 to 67. That would be ideal. I’m not afraid of death. I hope I just die from medical reasons/natural causes.
I’m 65. Sometimes I feel like I might die in the next year or two. But other times I feel better. Everyone acts like I’m such a burden, because lying lunatics are obsessed with making me look bad. I’m pretty sure they’re trying to shorten my life. I would feel so much better if I was sure there was a reason for everything, because I’ve never done anything to anyone. But sometimes I think I’m going to be a casualty of superficial liars, and I just can’t believe it, because I don’t even think they can do much of anything. The people lying are obviously supporting some insane criminals and have the nerve to insult you all the time.
I’m 62, and I’m wondering what will get me. Both my parents died of brain diseases with symptoms just like Alzheimer’s, but with a different pathological mechanism. My doctor tells me that my triglycerides are bad, so I could die of heart congestion, but heart disease doesn’t run in our family. There is always cancer, and you never know when you might have a fatal accident. Whatever it is I hope that it is quick.