The meaning of life
What do you see as the meaning of life?
Are we stuck here to make things as pleasant as possible or as miserable as possible?
Personally, I subscribe to the former. I don’t see why I should suffer any more pain or anguish than is absolutely necessary, and strive to make life an experience that is worth living. I would have thought that that philosophy was so ingrained into the human psyche that it shouldn’t need to be stated. It is as natural as breathing.
Why then do the various governments of the world think differently?
Why is it that the stated aim of governments is to prolong life, no matter what the cost?
Just say for example, you were given two choices for the future. Suppose you were told you could live for eight more years, and those years would be happy, pleasant, peaceful years? Or you could chose to live for an extra two years, and that those ten years would be miserable? Which would you chose? I know I would go for the eight, and fuck the begrudgers.
Already we have seen international attempts to force us to quit smoking for the sake of our health. We are forced to wear all sorts of harnesses, and hard hats for the sake of our health. Now they are working on our diet, forcing manufacturers to remove salt and sugar for the sake of our health. Next it will be alcohol for the sake of our health. Where is this going to stop? Will we be banned from letting the sun shine on our skin for the sake of our health? Will we be force fed various dietary supplements for the sake of our health?
Why?
What exactly is the point of this drive to prolong our lives?
I would have thought the government would be delighted if I popped my clogs the day I retired, as then I would be less of a drain on the state? They are always whinging about how the elderly are a drain on resources yet they try to create as many as possible.
Quite honestly, the thought of giving up smoking, drinking and all the other little pleasures in life just so I could live miserably for an extra couple of years makes me want to top myself here and now. What would be the point?
They can fuck off.
When they finally plant me [or burn me], I want every bit of my anatomy to be on its last legs. What’s the point in burying a good healthy set of lungs, heart, liver, kidneys or a gleaming set of teeth?
My ambition is to enjoy myself to the full, and hope that I die of a complete and simultaneous failure of all organs.
I will go with a bang.
But I will go with a fucking big smile on my face.
Those tosspots dont know what a good time is – Jesus wept they think FF is a party for fucks sake
Anyway, I for 1 plan to carry on the hedonistic lifestyle till I fall down – My guts wont be good for garters by the time I’m finished
It doesn’t matter where on the planet you live Grandad .. politicians are all the same … its all about “control” & “power” and the exercising of them over those who don’t have any ..
I’ve told my kids that when I snuff-it, I want to be buried at sea … so that all the arseholes & wankers whom I’ve upset along the way (for there be many) can come & dance on my grave ..
Fuck ’em all …. 😉
Went off the drink for June. Stupid idea. Felt worse, not better. Got no credit for it. Time lagged.
July is different. Two breweries already. Various other establishments. Happiness is up.
Anyway the two extra years offer you were talking about is an old con. You don’t actually live longer at all. It…
(Wait for it.)
It just feels that way.
Research [HAH!] has shown that there is one single thing that can extend a lifespan by up to ten years – happiness. Maybe that’s their plan? Make us all miserable so we die younger?
my doctor has asked me to quit drinking for a month so they can get a reading of my “liver function”. I’m in a dilemma here – I love drink, but I also love the idea that I might still be drinking in forty years.
I’m going with the doctor’s plan for now (trying, anyway!), but if the end result is the doctor asking me to completely quit drinking, I think the answer has to be “no”. Living without enjoying it is not living at all.
Drinking isn’t living. It’s an escape from living/reality to a drug induced high.Or more often low.
That also describes suburbia. They still passing out SSRI drugs to anyone who wants ’em in the states TT?
All legal of course.
@tt, yes, could be.
For me, it’s not to a “low” – I never drink to the point that I’m drunk – what would be the point of that? waste of money – especially if you can’t remember it the next day.
I guess for me it’s the same as other people with smoking, or with exercising, or reading a book – it makes me feel good, and is (yes) a temporary lift from the boredom of the day.
I don’t care how other people get their little kicks, as long as no-one gets hurt. For me, its having a few pints while doing the cryptic (in the pub) or watching some anime (at home). I don’t like the idea of a doctor taking that away from me.
Mr. Edward Carson, QC: Do you drink Champagne yourself?
Mr. Oscar Wilde: Yes; iced champagne is a favourite drink of mine, strongly against my doctor’s orders.
Mr. Edward Carson, QC: Never mind your doctor’s orders, sir!
Mr. Oscar Wilde: I never do.
Oscar Wilde, during Wilde’s prosecution of the Marquess of Queensberry for criminal libel, Regina (Wilde) v. Queensberry.)
That the same Edward Carson that fucked up Ireland ?
SSRI ?
@tt – SSRIs are a kind of anti-depressant. very bloody annoying they are too – make your head fuzzy, and if you forget to take them, it feels like your eyes are wandering one way while your head wanders the other, making you dizzy and nauseous. I don’t like drugs.