RETIREMENT HOMES

Stay away from them whenever possible. They're a great source of depression. They're full of the weak, weary, and senile. Their purpose is to combat the course of nature, keeping the elderly far beyond their expiration dates, in an infernal state of suffering and repetition. Monday, you piss yourself, Tuesday, you're given some banana with your mush, and Wednesday you might just be lucky enough to attend your roommate's funeral with the rest of your hardly-conscious neighbors.

Some old folks are exceptionally cognizant and charming, but they're few and far between. When you can no longer walk, when you lose the ability to talk, when you're so helpless that lifting a limb leaves you exhausted, and you're fed through a tube inserted into your stomach, it's time to die.

Admittedly, this sounds grave, but think about what makes you a person, what makes life worthwhile, and picture waking up every morning without any of those things. People in these homes aren't living, they're being sustained, dragged out, and left in misery.

Never allow yourself to be sent to one of these places.
If you remember one thing from my blog, let this be it.