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What age do you think you will die?

Tomorrow.

Well, that does make about as much sense as predicting 78. You just have no clue.

I'm more scared of the way in which I'l die, than the thought of being gone forever.
 
xstayfadedx said:
^yeah if I saw a gun over there I would do some hail mary's and I'm not even religious. I had a gun pulled out on me less than a couple months ago? I didn't act scared or anything but when I got home I cried lol. I couldn't even believe that happened. Hahaha but everyone loves weapons over here, sadly. But thanks for the story. Hopefully you never have to go through that again.
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I've had a gun pulled on me twice, once a full automatic in Rome airport aftre a rather odd conversation at security, (this was way back) BA had told me that I has to hand carry my tools, when I got the the security gate they opened up my rather snazzy aluminum tool kit pulled out a screwdriver and asked me what it was for. Being a bit cocky and not really understanding what the problem was I said "its for undoing screws" at this point they all seemed to loose the ability to speak and English and just indicated I couldn't take it on the plane. I politely explained that BA had just told me that they wouldn't take it as hold luggage and has told me to take it on the plane when the Police / Arm,y type people they have there raised his automatic rifle and pointed it at me, it was less than a foot away from me and used it to gesture back toward the check in area. Needless to say I picked up my stuff and got moving./

The second time I had flown into Warsaw airport on my own for work and had to get a taxi to a bit government owned site in Kielce, this would have been mid 90's so it was still it wasn't a very Westernised country, it was snowing quite heavily and I couldn't speak a work of Polish but I was doing OK I had some US dollars which were more desirable to people then than the Polish currency and struck a deal with a taxi driver for the trip. All was good he seemed a nice bloke and we did our best to communicate in some form on th journey, there were many horse drawn carts on the road and it was all a bit surreal especially with the snow.

We finally get to this government installation and its like 1940 this bloke in a brown trench coat with red starts on it and the proper furry hat steps out of a small wooden hut opens the taxi door on my side and puts a luger about 6 inches from my face and just says "passport". Luckily I always carry my passport and my money on my person at all times when traveling and once I'd produced it and a business card the gun was put aways and all was well.

I can honestly say both times the blood ran cold in my veins, there is nothing like that feeling, I've had knifes pulled on me but it just wasn't the same, if you can see the knife likelihood is you can probably avoid fatal injury or they just plain aren't going to use it, the circumstances were different in those cases anyhow in that I wasn't on my own. But I have no wish to see the wrong end of a live firearm again.
 
GodSpeedK said:
I'm more scared of the way in which I'l die, than the thought of being gone forever.
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I'll second that one for sure. A life time of hard and unhealthy living, capped off with a gun to the head at 67, Hunter S Thompson style doesn't sound too bad. On the other hand, massive stomache haemorrage at 40 due to relentless ethanol consumption, Jack Kerouac style, sounds far less appealing. By extension, being shot in the stomache probably really shit as well, if Tim Roth's performance in Reservoir Dogs is anything to go by.
 
StoneHappyMonday said:
Something like this > base jumping.

It's called proximity flying. Check this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ER1PGYe9UZA
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And yes to the Stone Happy Monday for base jumping alternative. I reckon i'd end up boshing so many valiums just to find the stones to take off theres definitely a low chance i'd actually still be able to land the thing. Definitely a sensible suggestion.
 
I fully intent to out live most of the cunts I know just to spite them. Most of them have expected me to drop for at least the last 10/15 years.
 
I hope to die sitting in a garden, nicely into my 70's or 80's, catching a deep nod in the warm morning sun with my veins pumped full of morphine :)
 
I'm a diabetic and I first shot heroin when I was 17 so I'm going to say 26. I wouldn't want to live any longer either. I'm terrified of growing up and ageing and all that. Life seems so futile that my only ambition is to have the best highs possible as often as possible. I don't know why anyone even bothers with living, I'm not suicidal but, why bother when you're only going to die anyway? The best high is worth dying for because death is nothing to be afraid of and dying whilst high is the best way to go.
 
^^^

"dying whilst high is the best way to go"

Have a think about that one how could you possibly know?
 
hx_ said:
Planning to go transhuman and live forever in a computer eternally.
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This scenario always seemed kinda cool from various sci-fi books read in me teens. Said sci-fi books were incredibly optimistic about the imminent brilliance of virtul reality technology though. And transdermal uberdrugs... or their machine code equivalent as the case may be. Neither has quite worked out so far so, in principle, transhumanism could be rather sweet. In practice it would mostly involve eternity with nobody to talk to other than that annoying twat (Ray Kurweil is it?) who's been banging on about it for donkey's now and does a nice sideline in vitamin pills.

atm23 said:
^^^

"dying whilst high is the best way to go"

Have a think about that one how could you possibly know?
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Balance of probabilities, I'd say. Given that being high is mostly better than not being high the ideal death scenario kinda follows by default, I'd say.
 
class-a-team said:
... I'm terrified of growing up and ageing and all that. Life seems so futile that my only ambition is to have the best highs possible as often as possible. I don't know why anyone even bothers with living, I'm not suicidal but, why bother when you're only going to die anyway? The best high is worth dying for because death is nothing to be afraid of and dying whilst high is the best way to go.
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Ya' know it's really not as bad as you anticipate it to be. But that anticipation is mighty scary. I know, I am that old git who was once a young buck terrified of getting old.

Looking back now though, my biggest regret is always thinking the best years are behind me. When I was 18 I was convinced it was all downhill. When I was 25 I realised what a blind fool I had been, because being 25 was 1/4 of a century ffs and really old. When I was in my 30's I started to party big time, but was totally convinced this really was it, and what a complete numpty I had been to think the same way 15 years before. Another decade went by and I was still amazed to find myself having a ball.

So looking back, it's simple; I was a misguided nostalgic fool with an unhealthy attraction to spectacles and rose tints. Here I am truly ancient and beginning to fossilise, only this time secure in the certain knowledge that it the fat lady is at the after show party and thinking about calling a taxi. But then again.....

Basically, enjoy life as much as you can, while you can. Anything less is such a waste. And you may just surprise yourself how long this party can last....
 
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Saved by the Nomy <3

Am deeply grateful that there exists on BL at least one or two properly old geezers still funtioning enough to remind the rest of us that there is hope ;)

From the perspective of one of those "young bucks" now into the second half of being able to claim "mid-30s" and pretend that isn't as old as it sounds, I'd say you summed that up rather well.

There's an odd quirk to being young: anything or anyone more than 5yrs max older than you is inconceiveble - or at least deeply, deeply undesirable - yet you tend to be an arrogant as fuckery-fuck emotionally crippled ignoramus. The odd quirk of getting on a bit is those supposed milestones keep on a-flying by with nary a change in sight other than a brief flurry of freakout that they actually passed at all followed by imminent freakout that there's another one due 5yrs or so down the line.

My basic philosophy on life has definitely changed from the traditional "live fast, die young, leave a slightly odd-looking (but not totally unattractive) corpse)") to summat more along the lines of: "life is mostly shite, horror and pain... but the good bits really are properly good so why throw away those slim glimmers of wonder and joy for the sake of an unknown quantity that'll be along soon enough?". I find it works better overall. Albeit considerably less achingly cool :(
 
Ha! =D

Belated happy birthday wishes (I presume) Cherry <3

Must. Try. Harder.

Christ, if you still keep making it to birthdays whilst in and around Crack'n'Smackland you're doing it wrong I say. I'd take that as a sign and just grudgingly accept you're well on the way to forty now and switch digging needles for knitting needles like wot I did ;)
 
Shambles said:
Ha! =D

Belated happy birthday wishes (I presume) Cherry <3

Must. Try. Harder.

Christ, if you still keep making it to birthdays whilst in and around Crack'n'Smackland you're doing it wrong I say. I'd take that as a sign and just grudgingly accept you're well on the way to forty now and switch digging needles for knitting needles like wot I did ;)
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No. My birthday was months ago. I had a massive wish to die last night, (but it didn't work) and still do. Hence the quoted post. Nevermind.

Yeah, I must. try. harder.
 
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