For me, I never thought I’d see my 20s. Because growing up, I was a very unhealthy overweight kid and teenager growing up. I had heard of people not making it to their young adult lives because of being plagued by numerous health issues, being overweight one of them.
I don’t plan on dying because I don’t think y’all have the balls to do what’s necessary and take me out.
27 was supposed to be the big year I get my peace. Thematically appropriate and seeing I was born just day after Cobain died, literally, seemed perfect in almost all ways I could imagine.
As fate would have it, the younger me found themselves in a temporarily good place and life situation back then, and that plan, long planned and honed well, got scrapped in that momentary distortion of perspective. Having been clinically depressed for over a decade back then, in hindsight, it just seems so ridiculous to have dismissed all that so readily…
Oh the naivety and pure innocent energy of being young like that. And I’m not that much older anyway now, although the lens through which life opens to me has changed dramatically since.
Fucked up big time. Hasn’t felt the same ever since. That, there, was the time to do it if I ever was to do it. Now it all feels mundane in comparison and almost just undeserved too.
Imagine being born a day after Cobain died, then after exactly 27 years, die that very same day, turning exactly 27 years old then and there.
That just seemed so perfect.
18, I had plans in place just needed to get some things in order, then my older brother killed himself, a few years later another brother killed himself so now plans are pushed back and I’m really trying to figure things out. Life happened, got married had a child. Had to keep shit together, new plan in place wife and child will be ok so time to go at 40.youngest brother commits suicide 2 weeks before my 40th birthday. I ended up getting diagnosed as bipolar at 40, and autistic at 50, life makes a lot more sense now but fuck if it hasn’t been a ride.
Every year I’m alive shocks me, I turn 40 in a few months.
I was born with cystic fibrosis at a time people with CF didn’t make it to 18, I was “middle aged” at 6. Then at 28 I died, was given new lungs and I’m now a new creation. Every year I’m shocked to still be here. I know it’s borrowed time but I’ll take all I can get.
Honestly didn’t see me getting past 25. And I wasn’t helping myself by being apathetic about my life. walking across streets without looking, driving recklessly, or taking incredibly stupid dares. Ironically I realized I was trans at 25 so I guess a version of me did die there
Every year I’m still alive is a shock to me.
I always thought I’d be immortal. So far (63-ish) so good. Dying’s the last thing I plan on doing.
I mean, if dying ISN’T the last thing you do, we’re going to have bigger problems on our hands…
That was indeed the joke!
Right there with you! Am 61 now… the next 15 years is when we find out if our plans are gonna work or not.
Indeed! Morbidity (as opposed to mortality) is the major concern to me these days, so I’m doing as much as I can now just in case I can’t do anything in the years to come. If I drop dead then all is good, there are no issues. If I’m stuck at home but still alive, at least I’ll have some good memories to look back on.
Dying is typically the last thing that anyone does.
Quite.
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The age I am today (mid 30s). I’ve been dealing with depression basically my whole life, and while I’ve never been actively suicidal, I never really had a knack for planning years into the future because I figured for some reason or another I wouldn’t be here, so what was the point? I’m doing a little better; these days my mentality is more “I’ve made it this far, might as well continue.” I give myself little things to look forward to.
It’s kind of funny to me that this question popped up, because my best friend and I were talking about this just last night lol.
Well I knew I wouldn’t because I planned on committing suicide. I have type 1 diabetes (since 9) so before I started having problems I would just not have to deal with it.
Unfortunately or fortunately I met my wife at 32 who had a 5 year old and now I’d feel bad doing it. At 42 I’ve had 2 heart attacks 3 stints and I’m stage 5 kidney failure on dialysis. All from being diabetic, controlled blood sugars my entire life, worked out 3 days a week, don’t drink or smoke (never have). I’m just “lucky”. I’m on the list to get a new kidney and pancreas at the start of 2027, but we’ll see what happens. I’ve already made my peace so I just live one day at a time. Had a seizure and was intubated for 24 hours, for no reason doctors tell me about 3 months ago.
So yeah the plan was 35 and be done. Then this amazing woman messed it up.
Heck I not only thought I would make it to old age but have a family and retirement and own a house. Now Im not really sure of anything. So I figured I would kick it earliest in my 60’s and latest 90’s with it likely being upper 70’s or low 80’s.
Personally I think 24. I joined the Marines right out of high-school. Signed up for infantry. Shit happened and didn’t get to stay in. Glad I didn’t die fighting for this country.
My partner tried to kill her self when she was like 14-15 yrs old. Took bunch of sleeping pills. She’s 27 now. I’m so happy she’s still here.
I don’t know if I ever thought I’d die young or something but I certainly didn’t expect to make it this far nor really do I know what I’m doing. I never thought about being an adult. It never occurred to me that it was going to happen. My parents never prepared me to be an adult so I didn’t and don’t know what to expect.
Good side effect is that I’m reasonably true to my weird-ass self which is rather freeing.
I’ll live to my late seventies or early eighties, lose my prostate at around 52 after a cancer diagnosis, and die of complications from type II diabetes or heart disease (the heart disease is from being a fatass).
Source: every other man in my family
30s due to combination lifelong poor health and depression.
