I am an unmanned vehicle.
I thought for sure I'd be dead by 30. I was wrong, but that was largely just a lack of preparation on my part. For 40, I will be ready.
Or... something like that.
I wouldn't say that I was unprepared, so much as it's a lot more difficult to do in a pseudo-sly way. I would've expected that much abuse would've done it by now, but apparently I'm not trying hard enough.
But, as they say, if at first you don't succumb...
-Q -------------- "When I get bored, I pretend I am MisterQueue." -DullTrev[ Parent ]
But I'm not so worried about the temporary state of my mind; the notion that this is all played out, and that I've had enough, has been pretty consistent over the past years, so I remain comfortable that preparing is the correct thing to do.
Additionally, I do find that with regard to abuse, the Nietschian axiom holds true; the more damage you do, the more damage you can do.
When the time comes though, whoever and whatever; if I'm about, I'll be sure to buy a drink in your honor and throw it at the wall of a bar so the glass shatters and streaks down the wall.
It's only fitting.
