If, by some unfortunate circumstances, I survive to 70, I am doing ALL the heroin!
Why continue to play it safe? So I can eat watered down jello, observe my faculties and senses diminish day by day, and piss my pants for another 10-20 years until I expire like spoiled produce with Matlock playing in the background?
Too many people living and working for a possible retirement that may or may not come are going to be disappointed that all they slaved and sacrificed for was to be a worn out husk sitting in a chair too far into decomposition to start living 65 years in.
My work has taken me to countless retirement communities at every socio-economic level, from wards of the state who signed away their social security, to the wealthy family members that the 1% throws away to die. The only differences are in the food and the common area decor, and some cheap tapestries don’t change the reality. There are a lot of courteous smiles, but absolutely zero happiness to be found in any of them in my experience.
I call working with the intent to make it to that literal shitshow planning for failure.
You are not accounting for your changing appetite and priorities though. Willing to bet heroine sounds much less appealing then than now. Maybe stop holding back so much and just do a little heroin now?
Also, check out the 99PI podcast on the Model Village - it might give you some hope for better options, but I’m not too excited as our species and especially my country are pretty good bout fucking these kinda things up.
70? People these days are still in good shape at 70, I don’t know what age you are but by the time you reach 70 you’ll probably be today’s 60 years old! I don’t think we’ve got that many users on here that are over 60!
I work in hospice and have seen patients (and family members) 90+ who I could have mistaken for late 60s - early 70s. I also recently met a patient’s wife who was 20 years younger than him, but was in worse shape and looked his age (82) if not older. Genetics and life experience are wild.
Spoken like a true 20 year old who has no concept of what health at 75 looks like. The alcohol hangovers will last multiple days, you might have a lung condition that prevents you from smoking, your circulation will massively shit the bed off stimulants (think racing heart, cold sweats, feeling weak, anxiety) and opioids… well, opioids might be mostly okay except for the constipation I guess. Withdrawals might incapacitate you for months though.
Yeah, that’s why I mostly took my retirement in my twenties and thirties when you can enjoy it. In my forties I’m having to work to pay back the debts and survive and stuff but that’s made bearable by the knowledge of drugs which I gained early in life. If I somehow accidentally make it close to sixty I want to have enough credit score that I can start borrowing again, I’ll be able to do it a lot more illegally this time and enjoy my twilight days until one of the gangs I owe vast sums to catches up to me and organizes a burial at sea.
Hi, I treat people with SUDs and many of them are in their 60s, some older. Nothing ruins lives like heroin. Nothing. People just want to enjoy their final years with family but addiction rips them away. People lose limbs to heroin. People lose minds.
How about instead you just say you wanna kill yourself at 70? Say it with your fucking chest and stop glorifying poison.
I agree wholeheartedly. My wife and kid have a standing order that should I get dementia, I am to be left in the woods very far from civilization. And just to make that less likely, On my 70th birthday I will be buying the fastest available motorcycle. And no helmet. Which theoretically should have me reduced to a wet smear on the pavement in short order.
The worst thing I can think of is for me to be a burden on my loved ones.
Never tried heroin.
If, by some unfortunate circumstances, I survive to 70, I am doing ALL the heroin!
Why continue to play it safe? So I can eat watered down jello, observe my faculties and senses diminish day by day, and piss my pants for another 10-20 years until I expire like spoiled produce with Matlock playing in the background?
Too many people living and working for a possible retirement that may or may not come are going to be disappointed that all they slaved and sacrificed for was to be a worn out husk sitting in a chair too far into decomposition to start living 65 years in.
My work has taken me to countless retirement communities at every socio-economic level, from wards of the state who signed away their social security, to the wealthy family members that the 1% throws away to die. The only differences are in the food and the common area decor, and some cheap tapestries don’t change the reality. There are a lot of courteous smiles, but absolutely zero happiness to be found in any of them in my experience.
I call working with the intent to make it to that literal shitshow planning for failure.
You are not accounting for your changing appetite and priorities though. Willing to bet heroine sounds much less appealing then than now. Maybe stop holding back so much and just do a little heroin now?
Also, check out the 99PI podcast on the Model Village - it might give you some hope for better options, but I’m not too excited as our species and especially my country are pretty good bout fucking these kinda things up.
Do a little heroin now, as a treat!
70? People these days are still in good shape at 70, I don’t know what age you are but by the time you reach 70 you’ll probably be today’s 60 years old! I don’t think we’ve got that many users on here that are over 60!
I work in hospice and have seen patients (and family members) 90+ who I could have mistaken for late 60s - early 70s. I also recently met a patient’s wife who was 20 years younger than him, but was in worse shape and looked his age (82) if not older. Genetics and life experience are wild.
I’m here! (65)
Nice to have you here!
I believe that everyone should smoke, drink, and enjoy the occasional hard drug- just start when you’re 75 or 80. Fucking party on the way out.
What it gonna do, kill you?
Spoken like a true 20 year old who has no concept of what health at 75 looks like. The alcohol hangovers will last multiple days, you might have a lung condition that prevents you from smoking, your circulation will massively shit the bed off stimulants (think racing heart, cold sweats, feeling weak, anxiety) and opioids… well, opioids might be mostly okay except for the constipation I guess. Withdrawals might incapacitate you for months though.
Yeah, that’s why I mostly took my retirement in my twenties and thirties when you can enjoy it. In my forties I’m having to work to pay back the debts and survive and stuff but that’s made bearable by the knowledge of drugs which I gained early in life. If I somehow accidentally make it close to sixty I want to have enough credit score that I can start borrowing again, I’ll be able to do it a lot more illegally this time and enjoy my twilight days until one of the gangs I owe vast sums to catches up to me and organizes a burial at sea.
constipation, infection, mentally absent, stopping breathing, the crippling pain of withdrawals…
arrogant póster above
Forget heroin do a heroic dose of shrooms
Try some Datura seeds
Hi, I treat people with SUDs and many of them are in their 60s, some older. Nothing ruins lives like heroin. Nothing. People just want to enjoy their final years with family but addiction rips them away. People lose limbs to heroin. People lose minds.
How about instead you just say you wanna kill yourself at 70? Say it with your fucking chest and stop glorifying poison.
Of all the things to get clean for in life, your own funeral.
Humans are odd.
Stay clean, not “get” clean. Recovery is a circuitous path.
If this was a religion, I’d be asking for the collection plate.
I agree wholeheartedly. My wife and kid have a standing order that should I get dementia, I am to be left in the woods very far from civilization. And just to make that less likely, On my 70th birthday I will be buying the fastest available motorcycle. And no helmet. Which theoretically should have me reduced to a wet smear on the pavement in short order.
The worst thing I can think of is for me to be a burden on my loved ones.