Naturally, I don't want to die. I want to stay alive as long as possible. It's one of my life goals. The most important one, in fact.
What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, or so they say. Unfortunately, no matter how strong you are, one day something's going to kill you. Someday, someone will fill in the blanks in my epitaph with one of these:
10) A Blogging-About-Your-Own-Death Jinx
While this possibility goes against all logic and reason, I feel I'd be a fool if I didn't acknowledge it here.
9) A Tropical Disease, Probably Involving a Blood Parasite
I've avoided the tropics all my life. I am sufficiently afraid of both tropical diseases and the sea to go on avoiding it indefinitely. I might go once, just to say I did, because I know I'm the only crazy b&tch in the world to suffer panic attacks at the thought of sun-kissed sand. So, it might seem really, really unlikely that I'd succumb to Chaga's disease or malaria or Dengue fever or some as-yet-unnamed affliction that causes the eyes to melt right out of the head. But, climate change, you know.
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| Is it just me, or is it hot out here? -- Tambako the Jaguar |
8) Food Poisoning
Most people say, “When in doubt, throw it out,” but I'm more of a “Challenge Accepted” type. I cut the mold off the cheese and eat it anyway. Go ahead and kill me, mold, if you think you're rough enough.
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| Don't be a p*ssy, dude, it's not that green. -- trekkyandy |
7) Plane Crash
I know that, statistically, you're more likely to die in a car crash than a plane crash. It's probably true, cause just look at all the idiots with driver's licenses.
But that just pushes “car crash” higher up the list. I still can't get into a plane without thinking, “If this thing crashes, I'm probably fucked.”
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| In case of a loss of cabin-pressure, snakes will fall out of the overhead compartment, apparently. -- KidMoxie |
6) Heart Attack
Cause I like bacon, cheeseburgers, and fries. I'd happily cram some fries into my cheeseburger, wrap it in bacon, fry it again, and eat it like that. Fried food is my mothernuckin' soulmate. Okra, catfish, hush puppies, chicken, tomatoes, mushrooms, potato cakes, eggs. Sausage. Mmmmm. I'd eat a friggin' rat if it was battered in cornmeal and deep-fried in lard.
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| Not really. -- Inge Habex |
5) Skin Cancer
I like to sunbathe, not out of vanity, but because I was raised by cats. Even with sunblock, that's really not safe. I have a lot of moles, too. Sometimes, in the night, I can hear them whispering to each other.
4) Car Crash
Yep, here it is. Right here. Good old number three.
3) Hit by a Bus
Because I wouldn't see it coming, ha ha ha.
No, seriously though, sometimes I just space out and step into traffic. Once, in Amsterdam, I stepped in between five bicycles and a scooter.
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| Like this. |
An old Dutch lady grabbed my arm and yanked me back from the jaws of Death. She muttered something at me and then sighed heavily. I don't speak Dutch, but I think I understood.
2) An Hereditary Disease
Thanks, Mom and Dad.
1) Lung Cancer
If I live long enough, it'll get me in the end. Unless I quit smoking.
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| Not bloody likely. |
