by Schweinshaxe » Mon 06 Mar 2006, 22:07:16
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Lokutus', 'a') really long time?
By that I mean 70 plus years.
I have a vague memory of catching a comment a week, or two, ago on another board in a thread on trends in lifespans over history. Someone stated that humans probably weren't built to live as long as we do today. He was implying that most of us just start to get bored with it all after the first 5 or 6 decades.
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.
According to some anthropologists, super fit hunter-gathrers lived to around 64 on average. Then after humanity switched to agricultural life, lifespans plummeted for the next 10,000 years. It's only been over the last few decades that we have seen average life spans move past 50 or 60 up to and beyond 75.
But that comment haunts me. Are we really meant to live 80 plus years?
Many older people that I know past 75 just seem to be putting in time waiting for death.
Let me ask you this. Given a choice in your early twenties, which would you take?:
a. A full life of success, adventure, and love but an early death at 55 or 60.
or
b. An average life that stretched to out to 85 with the last 25 years being rather dull uneventful ones other than having to endure the deterioration and disease of the body that accelerates after 60.
I am asking because we seem so hell-bent on prolonging things with all sorts of drugs and procedures. For what I ask? So that you can lie on your sofa for another decade watching day-time TV?
Careful with that axe there pal!
I've asked myself this question for a few years now. I have a university degree and I've managed to show the fuckers at home that I can go to a foreign country, get a well paid job and rule. I'm now slowly sinking into an alcohol softened easy middle age life. And I fucking hate it!
I went abroad to escape a life I was afraid of but which I now live. I sit at my bank and listen to the assholes telling me that I have to save almost everything I earn in order to be happy when I get 65 (or 67, 69 or 71 or however old I'll be when I can retire).
It sucks man but I'll break my rusty cage!
Some inspiration...
Marillion, Punch and Judy...
Punch
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Washing machine, pinstripe dream
Stripped the gloss from a beauty queen
Punch and Judy, Judy
Found our nest, in the Daily Express
Met the vicar in a holy vest
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Brought up the children Church of E
Now I vegetate with a colour TV
Worst ever thing that ever happened to me
Oh, for D.I.V.O.R.C.E.
Oh Judy
Whatever happened to pillow fights
Whatever happened to jeans so tight, Friday nights
Whatever happened to lover's lane
Whatever happened to passion games
Sunday walks in the pouring rain
Punch
Punch
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch
Punch
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Curling tongs, mogadons, "I got a headache baby, don't take so long"
Single beds, middle age dread
Losing the war in the Waistlands spread
Who left the cap of the toothpaste tube
Who forgot to flush the loo
Leave your sweaty socks outside the door
Don't walk across my polished floor, oh Judy
Whatever happened to morning smiles
Whatever happened to wicked wiles, permissive styles
Whatever happened to twinkling eyes
Whatever happened to hard fast drives
Complements on unnatural size
Punch
Punch
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch
Punch
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Propping up a bar, family car
Sweating out a mortgage as a balding clerk
Punch and Judy, Judy
World war three, suburbanshee
Just slip her these pills and I'll be free.
No more Judy
Judy, Judy no more!
Goodbye Judy!