I am sick of health.
All I ever see these days are “healthy options” and “healthy diets” and fucking “healthy lifestyles”.
I am sick of being told that my smoking is unhealthy. I am sick of being nagged about fatty foods. I am tired of the constant whinging about alcohol. It is none of your fucking business.
Shut the fuck up about how my smoking, my drinking and my eating costs the state billions every year. I would point out to you that every fucking thing I do earns the state far more in taxes than I will ever take out.
What is this fucking obsession about health and why is it anyone’s business but my own?
Let me set one thing straight.
Health is not the most important thing in the world.
I know lots of people who are a picture of health but they are fucking miserable. I know quite a few who are in constant bad health and who are as happy as a pig in shit. Which is more important? Health or happiness?
How many of the hundreds of suicides in Ireland are in perfect health? The vast majority I would guess. And the gubmint are quite happy with those suicides because they at least were healthy when they took the final plunge. And if the suicide was a smoker or a drinker, the gubmint is happier still because it’s one less smoker or drinker.
Some bit of research or some study some years ago suggested that happiness can add ten years to your lifespan. Why doesn’t the gubmint pick up on that instead of harping on about all those fucking health studies?
I am not 100% healthy. I am in my sixties so that is to be expected. Do I worry about it? No, because I am happy. If I develop an ailment that reduces my happiness I will go and see the vet. But in the meantime, I smoke, I drink and I like a good greasy fry-up, because I like those things. They make me happy. They therefore add to my lifespan.
Probably the biggest threat to my happiness is the relentless bullying by the state to force me into a “healthy lifestyle”.
If I did everything they wanted I would spend my years in abject misery.
I would rather be dead.