I can think of only one possible benefit of losing my mind: I'd no longer worry about misplaced apostrophes.
Knowing my brain however it would probably be the one thing that would remain. I'd be forever breaking out of my nursing home and going on felt pen rampages.
This has been brought on because I've just been to visit my great-aunt. She's always been my role model: this is how I want to be when I'm 95. Suddenly, in what seems to be a couple of months, she's deteriorated. She's hardly there any more. Just a shrunken pained shell.
Depressed. Need chocolate.
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I'm sorry about your great-aunt's sudden decline . But if you asked most old people they'd choose to go fairly quickly , too .
'Lingering' is one of the ghastliest words in English .
So sorry about your great-aunt, Liz. One of the hardest things to see is the decline of our loved ones. I agree with Smitonius--I don't want to "linger." And I'll probably be correcting grammar and quoting Shakespeare even when I can't remember my own name:)
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