Plinky asked me, “If you could live forever, would you? Why or why not?”
Juan Ponce de Leon once sailed across the Atlantic Ocean in search of Bimini and the fountain of youth. He never found it and died. We all die.
Vampires don’t die and they don’t look happy. They are pale and bored. Always hunting for their next meal. They never stop and take time to smell the roses. So, after careful thought, I’m here to tell you that I would not want to live forever.
The main reason I would not want to live forever is the fact that I would always have people living in my home. Think about it. My children would age. I guess I would always be the age I am now, so that would suck. 54. So, ok, my children age, so I would either be their care-giver or I would have to go visit them in a nursing home. I don’t think so.
And then my grand-children and so on and so on. Hell, I would be a walking genealogist. I am history. I guess it would be a huge advantage if I was the only one in the world who didn’t age, I would be on Oprah. Do the whole book circuit thing. “How to Age Gracefully…NOT” could be my book title. No, that would still suck.
I don’t want to watch my children die. How lonely a life.
