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.
As a consummate pessimist, every new day is a surprise for me.
Perhaps, in a world such as this, the pessimist ought to expect himself immortal.
Pessimists expect bad things to happen, we don’t seek them out. That’s suicidal. So in general we don’t wake up and think “I’m awake again, guess I have plot armour.”
For example when I woke up today, I checked if my stomach hurts anymore because I’ve been having issues these last few days. My general happiness comes from bad things not happening rather good things happening. Good things happening still make me happy, but also suspicious.
Everything has a cost and i am wary of what the costs may be.
Bad things can’t happen if we’re not here to witness them. For there to be no end to the horrors, we must therefore be immortal.
Ah, immortal not in body, but in spirit. I was stuck on the mortal shell, which has a clear expiration date. No comment on immortality, but I do expect its existence.