Well… I know it is kinda of depressing subject but lets face it we all are going do it(unless the Rapture happens). So how long do you want to live? Inotherwords do you want to live to a ripe old age? I always hated that term cause usually you’re not “ripe” you are “wilted”.
I have seen some of my old relatives and man I do not want to get that old. The only thing they look forward to is eating, sleeping, seeing relatives and death. They don’t hear good they don’t move very fast. They tell ya about everything that is hurting them about 30 times(what is bad is that I am not exaggerating I mean 30 or more)
I think want to live as long as I can get around good. You know not need anybody to take care of me. So probably around 70 I guess. The only thing is once I am 70 I will probably want to live until I am 71 and so on.
Well what about ya’ll? How long do you want to call the planet earth home?
BTW, there was a local story this past weekend about a 120-year-old lady who had just died. I was unable to find her name listed among any authenticated super-centenarians, however.
As long as I am healthy, for a long, long time. However, if I am being eaten alive by cancer, blind and deaf, other terrible diseases, then no thanks. Otherwise, hmmmm…lets say a couple hundred years or so would be OK.
On an old Murphy Brown episode, her painter said it best, “Why would you want to live forever? You’ld have to keep buying new pants.”
Seriously, I just hope (as I’m sure every generation has) that science comes up with some miracle longevity drug that keeps us living longer, healthier lives. I really want to live for a long, long time, but just can’t seem to give up smoking. There are a lot of old, fit people in our society. People like Jack Lalaine(sp?), but how many hours of everyday do you have to contribute toward your own longevity?
I’ll second the sentiment that I’d like to live as long as I’m healthy. I don’t want kidney stones. I don’t want to spend weeks in the hospital with tubing attached to me. Knowing how the human body deteriorates, I hope to die somewhere between 40-50 years old.
Long enough to get everything on my TR7 working as originally designed; give me another 80 years or so, and I should get it sorted (I’d be 110). Seriously, I want to live as long as I can remain reasonably healthy. I don’t want to keep hanging on if I’m in pain, bedridden, completely senile, etc. To me its quality, rather than quantity that’s important. Who wants to be 120 and miserable? By the way, Tzel, I’ve had kidney stones since I was a teenager, and while they are unpleasant, I’ve led an active, happy, mostly pain-free life the last 13 years. Definitely not worth giving up on life for.
I do have great hopes of living long enough to be considered a wacky and eccentric old lady. I want to shake my cane at people, poke chocolates and eat the ones I want while leaving the gross ones in the box, and tell long boring stories about how things were much better back when I was a child. Oh, and I also want to have selective hearing so I can hear the things I want to, and completely ignore everyting else, and no one will call me on it because I’m a old lady.
I won’t be all awful, though. I’d also be the kind who slips little kids $20 and says “don’t tell your mom.” Of course, by then $20 won’t get the kid a candy bar, probably, but it’s the thought that counts.
As long as I am able to be independent, and come and go as I please. If I can go for a morning walk every day when I’m in my nineties, that’d be great.
I want to be a colorful old gal, wearing eye-jarringly bright ensembles from around the world. I want to be even more eccentric than I am now.
At my funeral, I want people to be able to laugh at the memories of the things that I did in my twilight years.
I just had my second child six-and-a-half months ago. I’m 37 now, and I want to be around to watch *his * children grow up.
