i'm afraid of dying, but chiefly in an instinctual "oh shit that looks dangerous id better leave" sort of way. Consciously speaking, I fully expect to be dead eighty years from now, and if it's my fate to die tomorrow and there is no escape, so be it.
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Originally Posted by Kudryavka
What happens from 25 to 34? Dry spell due to too busy trying to find a job and a house?  |
*ahem*
Correct, presumably that is the time that one is simply caught in the moment.