Importance of Life

So here's something I never understood. Why desire a long life? Much less an eternal one?

Life after 50-60 must be miserable...I mean, after retiring...what do you do? Kick about knitting scarves for grandkids who only look at you as a soon-to-be-expired cash machine? I mean really, what's the point of living past your prime? Je ne sais pas.

Not sure what brought on this line of thought, but I've lost much interest in people. things. life. Except for my weight, which I haven't checked but judging by how my jeans fit, looks like I've gained again...but there's not really a point is there?

You live. Deal with unnecessary drama and then poof, you're out. So why ask/long/beg to delay the inevitable?

Hmm. I don't want to live past 45. Seriously. Why bother?

That is, of course, provided I lead a life that's as far from hedonism as one can possibly imagine, cough cough my current state of affairs, and somehow, someone will give me a blank check to some mysterious swiss bank account where insatiable amounts of money is at my disposable.

Clearly, that will happen. Hah.

Hmm.

Hmm indeed.

Will expand on this post in the coming week. School's out kids...forever!!!

Belle