Warning! Life May Cause Death.

Just as I am trying to avoid my blog being a personal journal, I am also trying to avoid this being a place where I bitch - but can I just get one thing off my chest?
I am SO OVER hearing about every little thing that is going to make us die!!!


I swear, if it's not the cigarettes I'm smoking, it's the diet pop that I'm drinking or the Dentyne I'm chewing. God forbid I talk on my cell phone or use the microwave without getting radiation poisoning, and how I've made it this long using deodorant and still have retained any memory at all is just absolutely astounding. Yeah, can you believe it? I'm quite risky. I even drink water bottles that have been sitting in my car for week, and dare to leave the house without sunscreen most days (by most days I mean everyday). Sometimes when I'm feeling exceptionally invincible I eat my apples without washing them. And do I dare admit that I like the smell of gasoline and permanent marker? I know, I just thoroughly enjoy living on the edge.

I mean, really people. What are you going to do? Sit in a padded room and await your demise? It's just so absolutely ridiculous! Is a life so cautiously lived even worth living?

I'm not saying that we should all go to the gas station and huff the pumps or strive to smoke 3 packs a day, but have we really become so paralyzed by the fear of death that we're willing to drastically alter the way we live our lives just for a few extra years on this earth? What's more, a few extra years that are of no guarantee?

Death is one thing that every single living thing on this planet has in common - I hate to break it to all the optimists out there, but one day you're going to die. So you may as well come to terms with your fate, and enjoy all the vices that life has to offer.

"Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'." -Andy Dufresne, The Shawshank Redemption