I am actually ridiculously good at keeping myself entertained. I could stay in the basement forever…
We have 2-10 years left before we all die due to climate change. If we look at someone’s age in relation to when they die, rather than when they were born, we are all about the same age. This is our retirement, our golden years. Good luck
I’m probably the opposite and I HATE it. I have virtually no free time. And once I finally get it I can’t decide what to do with it because I get bored of anything after ~30 mins. And yet it still feels like I don’t get enough free time, smh.
The list of things I’m going to finish would take me until the heat death of the universe. The last atomic fragments would be reaching homeostatic equilibrium, and I’ll be sitting on my phone checking to see how cheap I can order a replacement part for a broken PS2 so I can finally play Psychonauts the way it was meant to be played.
Feels relatable… too relatable.
Better to have more time than less. I got maybe 10-15 left and interests just keep piling on
How old are you?
61
Oof
Dont feel bad. We all have to travel a similar road in life. I felt the same way you do when i was your age.
I’m 45 and suffer crippling, life long mental illness. Eventually you get used to counting the days. It’s tiring but at least I don’t want to step in front of a train.
Cheer up, maybe your shift will be over much sooner than that!
How nice it must be to have someone paying for all your food and shelter and survival. So you can just sit there and waste away. How nice for you. How’s that doing for your personal character development?
Go watch TV boomer. The adults are talking.
60 more years? What are you, 10? :-P
Unironically the average lifespan for humans is just over 80 years.
So if you start working when you’re 15 and work until retirement age which in America is 66 you’ll have less than 20 years to just enjoy being alive.
And by then you’ll probably have some kind of condition that will make existing harder like back pain or arthritis or the myriad of other possible ailments.
We’re literally giving our prime to corporate overlords who use our work to live the life we should all have as a baseline.
It could be worse. Think of spending your years on a futile effort, one which you sacrificed your youth and health to try to achieve, and having to look back on that.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
