If this is something that’s coming up often in your life, you might want to consider whether or not you’re seeing through their shit or something else is going on. “If everywhere you go smells like shit, check the bottom of your shoe”.

I’m pretty sure this is how my little brother felt about me before he went to rehab. He’s happy and successful now and we have a great relationship.

I’m not saying you necessarily have any issues at all, just that this is what came to mind reading this post.

There are plenty of very happy old people. I’ve watched my parents flourish as they age. My great uncle always talked about making the last year’s of your life the best years of your life. I don’t know if they were for him, but he was still dancing until the cancer took him last year at 94. Yeah we all fall apart and die, but you’re best days can easily be in your 70s or later.

I hate to say this, but I’m not sure losing a loved one to dementia isn’t just as traumatic, and I think the trauma could be mitigated here by communicating with the people they love.

When/if I am diagnosed with a terminal disease I hope I will have a conversation with my wife, the rest of my family, and my closest friends about how I want to die and what a life worth living looks like to me. I like to think that I’ll leave this world by my own hand, hopefully surrounded by the people I love, or at least with their understanding and support. I don’t think that’s selfish.

OP, I think you have time to figure out what’s best for you and yours. We’re all terminal in the end. I wish you a slow progression, a meaningful life, and a dignified end someday.

The first thing I noticed when I started Bupropion was changes in behavior and motivation. First keeping up with self maintenance (showering daily, flossing, etc) became easy. Then I started going for walks and later started working out. I noticed an increase in my capacity for emotion, I wasn’t sociopathic when I was depressed, but I just kind of didn’t have it in me to deal with other people’s emotions, I had little empathy. That changed pretty quickly. I gradually found myself self medicating less, some bad habits started to fade. I had the ability to complete tasks I wanted to complete. I surprised myself when I lost weight, again when I quit smoking, then completed a degree, then a masters, and I was just able to keep rolling like a normal person. I kind of caught up with people my age after a decade of not accomplishing anything except surviving.

I feel better, but I don’t think there was ever a moment when I was like “oh shit I’m pretty happy now”, it was more that my life just started to improve as my capacity increased. I’m not smiling all the time or anything but now I look at what I’ve accomplished, my degrees, my career, my little family. I’ve got a pretty good life. All of that has happened in the 10 years since I started bupropion. I can’t put a finger on when I felt better, but I do.

Good luck stranger.

The Mercator projection was great for navigating oceans, baring remain correct. There are thousands of other map projections that do a better job preserving size, shape, directions, and distances. Any projection will be a tradeoff between these.

As far as I know the Mercator projection has mostly fallen out of use in education, and I don’t think there’s any standard that requires it anywhere. So I’m not sure exactly what this is about.

Only if it’s for the sake of destruction and cruelty, there’s more wood than we could possibly use on national forest and BLM land. AFAIK they’re only talking about national forests for now.