I’m reading this question from a self-help book. It’s asking what I’d do if I only had 10 minutes to live. Being of a practical turn of mind, I think, well, I’d probably run to the bathroom because that kind of news is scary and fear causes certain reactions. Once I was there I’d probably grab a book, because I like to read in the bathroom and if I only had ten minutes left, I might as well do something I enjoy.
It slowly dawns on me that I’m answering this question while I’m sitting in the bathroom, reading a book. So I’m doing what I’d do if I only had 10 minutes to live. In fact, I do this frequently.
Does this mean that I can conisder my life to be perfect? What would YOU do if you only had 10 minutes to live?
Telephone my mom, brother, boyfriend, and best friend and let them know where to find the will and funeral directions. The best friend’s instructions will also include information about which folders on my hard drive to delete.
Tell all those near and dear to me how much I love them. That would require several phone calls. Since I’d put 5 people on the list, 2 minutes per conversation would pretty well consume that 10 min.
That should be boiled eggs - not ‘boilked’. I’m taking the secret of boilked eggs with me to the grave - and you should be thankful.
Ironically, the page froze for almost exactly ten minutes when I tried to post that - leaving me already outside of the edit window, so the correct answer to the OP’s question is:
I would spend it waiting for the SDMB server to register my latest post.
Also, I’m noticing that most people are listing things that they’ve done before, some of them many times. So you must all, also, be leading excellent lives.
Depends how I was going to die. I’d want to make sure I was dressed nicely, to avoid being found in an old T-shirt and tighty-whities (or just completely naked). I’d call my parents and my girlfriend and tell them to let everyone else know what had happened to me. If it was going to be nasty, like if a poison was going to liquify my insides in exactly ten minutes, I might just kill myself before it happened using just as lethal but less painful means.
I’d go up to the stacked blonde secretary in the front office and tell her there’s a tsunami about to drown us all, and would she like to go out with a bang?
Depends. Where am I?
Since I live alone, and ten minutes isn’t time enough to rustle up anyone, I’d probably try to eat everything delicious in my house while masturbating.
If I were at work…well, I wouldn’t have many options. I could try, “Quick, let’s have a quickie in the bathroom,” but that’d be a pretty mean trick to the guy who might end up holding onto a dead lady.
I guess I’d run outside and breathe some fresh air.
