Um there are 80 year olds that don't live in a nursing home. My great grandmother lived at her home and enjoyed betting on horse races as much as she could.
You guys are some depressing sons of bitches.
still depends
I mean if we're just comparing it to all the second-hand internet stories about some generic random old people then that's great I guess-- "when you're 80 there's a very good chance you'll be on a respirator pissing through a tube relying on a care assistant who's paid $7 an hour and doesn't give a shit if you choke on your soggy weetabix to feed you. have fun" is pretty "conclusive" after all
well actually first of all it isn't
secondly I doubt it's particularly true depending on what "very good chance" is even supposed to mean
so I'm going to go with the safe option and choose life which is pretty much default when all I have is basic research and the opinions of a couple internet people
i'd stick with could...I think you guys underestimate how awful this would be.I think you guys underestimate how awful this would be.
I actually thought about this for a bit, and decided that I would rather die a painless death tomorrow than be subject to living in a home for the elderly.
I, for one, hope to die before I get into the 60s/70s; reasoning for this being that I have seen many of my older relatives fall prey to diseases like cancer, Alzheimer's, and the like. The idea of having lived that long and succumbing to something like Alzheimer's is unbearable to me, my mind growing totally out of my control and I don't even know it. Forgetting or misinterpreting those who were close to me without even realizing the mistakes I have made is a fate worse than death, to me. Even if I am free of these diseases, my body and mind would both be deteriorating at an accelerating rate while I am forced to endure it only because of sobbing relatives whose ideology is simply "If he is alive, he is better off than being dead." when they are simply thinking of themselves, not being able to bear the loss of a family member.
Ugh maybe if it were die after ten years, but if I were to die now I'd be pretty pathetic. I guess I'd probably have to pick die, because I've yet to meet any one who's happy with their old age, but I'd feel bad about missing out on the prime of your life. And having worked in a hospital, I'm all with akuchi on this one. I delivered trays to rooms, and seeing the way that people lived was just depressing as hell, and if there's anything about old age that's worth living for, I've yet to see it.
P.S. I am in bad health at fifteen due to various disorders, so odds are I will be pretty sick by the time I'm old, barring amazing technological advancements, so that of course adds bias to my decision. I admire you who still believe it is better to live; I do not admire you who complacently made the decision to live and dismissed concerns such as 'maybe my life won't be 'slightly' rubbish; it will be 'extremely' rubbish'. Odds are I'll be blind and deaf as well by then so yeah. I would like to have at least one of those sensory perceptions please. To me that would be the final straw. At eighty-five you can't really adapt to blindness the way you can when you're younger...
they're not 'generic random old people', they are people I met and work with. they exist.