In the recent thread on if you’d look at a photo of yourself in 20 years, a lot of people expressed concern that they’d likely be dead by then.
How long do you think you’ll live?
I’ve always assumed I’ll live until 100. I’m 22 now, and I just lost my last great grandparent. They all lived well into their eighties. My grandparents are still going very strong (my 70 year old grandfather still works full time in painting and construction)- even the heavy smokers and drinkers. Nobody has shown any signs of heart disease, cancer or anything else except in very old age. I’ve always just assumed I’d live a long long time. I figure with medical advances (Hey, we’ve got 78 years to figure it all out) I’ll live to 100.
I’ll live to a hundred and one…with my wife! We are waaay too much in love for that not to happen. Plus, we are both of good health and have promising ancestry.
even sven - reference the other thread on the 20 year photo for more on that
I’ve never given it too much thought since I’m already on borrowed time I had a few doctors give me some predictions that never came to pass so I just take every day as it comes and hope I’ll be around for a while yet.
Longevity runs in both sides of my family. They are all too stubborn to die. My grandparents died at the followig ages: 90, 98, 96, and 92. The 90 year old died in an accidental fire. My dad has heart disease and is 77. He is functioning on 15% of his heart and should have been dead a long time ago. The doctors keep telling us “he has days to live” he gets up and walks away…for months and years…
I have an uncle who is 84 and just got married, another who is 82 and still mows his own yard. All of these people are spunky, plucky, “I am going to live life by my own terms” kind of people. I really think that is the key.
IMHO unless there is some sort of weird accident there is no way I am leaving a day short of 80 but I expect to be around at least until 90 and I expect to be living…I mean LIVING…not wheeling around in a wheel chair for at least another 40 years (I am 36)
I think I’ll live to be 75. That was the first number that popped into my head. Your suppose to trust your first instinct, right? I had a Grampa die of a heart attack in his thirties. But, I don’t know what that says. The rest of my Grandparents are still going strong in their seventies.
I figure I’ll kick the bucket in my late 60’s or early 70’s. I’ve been told by a palm reader that I’ll live to be in my late 80’s, but I’m not sure if I’d like that.
I’m 23 now, and my parents are in their early 60’s. It doesn’t seem like that old, but I know my lifestyle won’t support me for too long. Meh.
Well, if genetics are anything to go by, I’d say late 80s / early 90s, but then again, unlike most of my relatives, I drink too much and avoid doctors. So I’ll be grateful for whatever I can get.
I’m going to go for 110 and then call it quits. When I’m 80 I’m going to look like the Ayatollah Khomeini did, give or take some differences of nose and cheek, and I’m going to found a new religion. (One differing considerably from that embraced by the Ayatollah Khomeini, though). I haven’t decided yet if I want to re-enter graduate school and get a doctorate when I’m 70 or not. I was thinking political office in my 60s, maybe a member of the US House of Representatives, perhaps the first openly schizophrenic person in Congress. I have been living outside of my chosen domestic environment, i.e., communal living, since 1999, and in the next decade (end of 40s beginning of 50s) I have to either plunge back in to it or decide how I do want to live, having already ruled out marriage and other forms of one-on-one cohab. What I do in my 90s and early hundreds is largely dependent on how the new religion thingie goes.
For the record, though, I have no aspiration for trying to catch up to Jeanne Calment. I suppose I might change my mind but I think 122+ is just a bit too damn long.
I’m going to date and nibble upon women my own age when I’m 70, 80, 90, etc.
I’ve seen too much of old age among my family and friends to ever want to go through that myself. All those cheerful idiots who say, “Getting old sure beats the alternative!” are asking for a poke in the beezer from Yours Truly.
