Those playing the back 9 of life…

[Bubbs]

Been catching up with the celebrity death thread and it occurred to me than having reached my 40’s the anxiety and crippling fear I suffered through in my 20’s/30’s has been somewhat ironed out with a good head doctor.

It got me thinking. Those 60 plus. What do you feel about your inevitable demise? What keeps you from spiralling into depression?

I’m starting to see a pick up in people my age 10+/- years dropping here and there, and the celebrities I grew up watching are visibly aging and disappearing. I imagine it’s much more common for the older lot.

So any wisdom you could share?
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[Nobby the Bastard]

FFs. thanks for that, Bubbs.
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[Bubbs]

Sorry. That thread put me in a morbid mood
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[panrider_uk]

Well I guess no mortgage so plenty of spending money for toys n hols etc compensates a bit

I also have more free time as I've reduced my working week and could retire if I wanted to.

Hopefully at 63 I've still got a few years left before I become too decrepit I still play squash and badminton

I really don't envy the younger generations their future with the way society is declining at such a rapid rate.
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[Pete.]

If you sit about worrying about that you're wasting what little time you do have. If there is one thing to learn about life it is that worrying about stuff fixes absolutely nothing.
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[hellkat]

Yeah I think a lot about that.
I may go a bit Teffers on the subject ...

I don't mind that I'm gonna die, everybody does.
Provided it doesn't hurt too much (for too long).

I'm 63 next week, and I carpe diem more - don't sweat small stuff.
Worrying is pointless; I've experienced so many highs and lows in life that I rarely worry about anything.
Apart from gerontophiliac serial killer rapists coming through the glass of my back door in the darkest part of the night ...

I got much more cosmic about stuff after laying in a field one night looking at the stars, realising the universe was huge and my life was very tiny and inconsequential.

My daughter is an only child - her father is already dead, but she's grown up into a sensible and mature woman. She has a nice life, lots of friends and a decent, solvent, boyfriend now: hopefully she will have kids soon and that will take her mind off things when I peg it.
(The Italian side of her family have a history of early cardiovascular incidents in youngish adulthood and I'm slightly terrified about that - but at least I've faced the reality that it *might* happen - I sincerely hope not, obviously, as I absolutely dote on her)

What freaks me out is the possibility of loss of independence or capability when my body gives up on me, as I am still reasonably spritely for a fat old baggage.
I don't know how my body hasn't given me a lot more grief than it does, but somehow I manage to carry on in reasonable comfort. For now.
If it looks like I am going to die slowly and painfully or with immobility I plan to take up full time weed smoking again and doing A LOT of mindbending self-medication. So look out for more funky mic-drop moments by hellkat if that happens

My fabulous year of keto was going so well but has fallen by the wayside in a flurry of broken-hearted comfort eating.
Hence my heart is so scarred that I am pretty cynical about finding someone who I can trust to look after me in my old age.
Thus when I drop dead as a lonely old widow - I fully expect that the cats will eat my eyeballs and I will dissolve into the sofa in a langorous pile of mushy biochemistry.

So yeah ... v.Teffers, sorry/notsorry
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[jeremyr62]

I'm 63. I don't give it a second thought. Utterly pointless.

[virus]

I'm 35 this year which makes me rapidly approaching halfway according to average life expectancies.

A bit of existential dread every now and then happens but I tend to not worry too much. Im more confused as to what I'm going to do for a 'mid life crisis' if I have one. I've already done so much of the stereotypical ones (motorbikes, 4x4s, drug addictions) and I cant afford the yacht or Ferrari level ones.


The only thing I really know about ageing is I'm fucking fed up of working 50 hours a week already and I don't know how people manage to do physically intensive work til they are in their 70s.
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[Robby]

I'm half way to the sweet release of death. It's something to look forward to.

[UncleFester]

Just could not give a flying fig. Sure, you can tip the odds in your favour and don't do dumb shit that might potato you. Unless you're off to DIGNITAS, ultimately we're all passengers.

Wake up - do stuff. One day you won't - so make sure you do what you want and what counts.
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[Easy-X]

Hopefully when one get's past half way one's life is a little more in order.

An example of the diametric opposite (which I might of mentioned before) is a friend's father who was made redundant in his 50s. A sheet metal worker, job replaced by a computerised plasma cutter. He retreated into a serious drugs habit: effectively a long, drawn out suicide
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[Polarbear]

Funny thing is I used to worry about getting old and dieing as a kid. Nowadays it's more 'it's going to happen some day, why worry'.

I've sorted all my sh1t out for when I die as I have bad heart failure and when I go it's going to be quick. Wifie will probably be glad because she won't have to put up with me and will get a rather large sum to go on enjoying life while I find out if there is any truth in religion!
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[blurredman]

I don't think I care about myself dying. Not sure.

But what does conflict in me is knowing friends and family have and will die and that one day I will be the senior and my turn will be next.
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[Bubbs]

At this point in life I’ve stopped worrying as much. I’ve had friends commit suicide, die from cancers, drugs, car crashes and when it happens it makes me realise how close we all are and I have a mini existential crisis but nothing like I did have.

I had anxiety and bouts of panic attacks from age 19 to around 37 with a few breakdowns, all with the fear of death at the root. Then I had some pretty substantial nervous breakdowns where death was preferable to the hellish existence I was living and it took the sting out of the fear.

The interesting thing now is seeing the decline in my parents. Memory problems have become way more noticeable. And the old man used to have energy for days, working the farming life and now he’s energy drains quick and he’s looking much more fragile. So much so that the farm is going up for sale as he can’t keep up.

I think my OP was more to learn from past mistakes of those in the generation above me. What id pass down to those below me would be

- no one knows anything really. Everyone is, at best, making an educated guess and at worst, completely making shit up. More likely the latter
- no one gives a fuck about you or your problems. All they’re thinking about is themselves. Worrying about what people think about you is completely pointless
- turn into the skid. I mean this as a metaphor for life. If you’re having fear/anxiety about anything then the only right way is through. Avoidance is pain. I keep relearning this one.
- doing the thing that scares you and “pretending” to be brave is the same as bravery. Everyone feels like you do their first time.

Frank Herbert captures it nicely “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain”
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[Howling Terror]

I’m not that arsed when I go.
How I go is a bit different.

Count my blessings or if you prefer, luck.

Got good family got good friends.
Great wife. An operational penis.

Ride motorcycles and my creativity endures.

Far more things I am unhappy about than happy… guess I’m not alone in that.

When the black dog bites I’m a bit better at having a word with myself and know it won’t last. Even if I do nowt something eventually changes.
When on top of the game I can be proactive. Not sure it’s been an age thing <shrug>.
A little self preservation for me is briefly going into ostrich mode when it comes to news or these days the social media.

In another universe I’m also generally unhappy and ungrateful, but with a smaller penis.
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[Easy-X]

My current job is definitely keeping me going. Some of the systems I've created over the last few years have been my greatest work. None of this genius level shit in your 20s and then a lifetime of decline and regret. My best is yet to come!

I still have a long list of things to do - only one year into my degree course for example - so if Death comes knocking I'm gonna kick that cunt in the balls.
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[struan80]

I'm grey and don't have my own teeth, closer to sixty than fifty. I think there are a fair few coffin dodgers frequent these forums. The younger generation don't use forums anymore it seems

I feel alright and actually surprised I've made it this far with my bad lifestyle habits.

Olanzipine, Lamotrigine and Fluoxitine. A heavy intake makes everything just about alright most of the time these days.

Spent my late twenties until early 50's having pretty severe mental health problems and not recognising it as that. I had been fucked for so long that I thought it was normal behaviour. The eratic behaviours were too high and I'd burn myself out then fall into a kind of depression. Apparently I am Bi-Polar, whatever that is really. I always see everyone as different and have there own issues.

I'm of an age that loved Dave Allen at Large on a Sunday night.

[tinkicker]

In my teens and 20s sometimes I would be gripped by fear at the idea that one day I will die. Real night terror stuff.

Then came resignation. The way I used to ride, I never expected to see 30, never mind 60. So my 60th was a bit of a bonus.

61 now and my fear of death is gone. In some ways I am looking forward to it.

Todays world bears no resemblance to the world I grew up in. I have become a stranger to the world, it is not a place I particularly enjoy being in any more and as the aches and pains start, my strength wanes and my senses dull, finding wonder in day to day things are ever further apart.

The job I used to absolutely love now physically drains me to the extent that I have no energy left in the evenings to actually do things apart from watch telly.

This is not a theology discussion, but I think it is helpful to have firm convictions one way or the other of what happens to you after death.

If you firmly believe that death brings an end to consciousness what is to fear? You have returned to the exact same state you were before you were conceived.

If you firmly believe your consciousness lives on eternally, what is to fear? You have returned to the exact same state you were before you were conceived.

If you are not sure, you are not frightened of death, you are frightened of the unknown.

After consciousness has left the brain one way or the other, all that is left is a very complex biomechanical machine that has broken down and the driver has gone away.

I am absolutely unafraid of death. I am slightly perturbed about the manner of my death however. Will I suffer agonies when taking my last breath ect.
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[BanditsHigh]

I've never really been bothered about dying, but I'd rather do it in a painless way if I had the choice.

Life changed for me in a big way a few years back (just turned 55) ... I was diagnosed as having multiple heart attacks in September 2021 (though it was indigestion), fast forward to 9th January 2022 and I dropped dead on way back from chippie (about 15 yards from front door), saved by ex-lifeguard, trainee paramedic and a midwife passing by who performed CPR on me for 18 minutes until the ambulances arrived.

Since then health has got worse, energy drains from body very quickly, even walking takes it out of me ... but I'm still here and will be 58 at end of August

Where I worked had just been taken over by Sonos, I'd got an 80% wage rise (very happy about that) but I thought feck it and retired.

My current goal in life is to pay off the last few years of the mortgage and get double glazing.

With regards dying, every once in a while I wonder how long I'm going to last, but I don't dwell on it, no point in worrying about something I have no control over.

Anyway, been there, done that as they say

[Skudd]

Well I know I haven't much time left, was living on borrowed time in the first place. I have started accepting things, It is what it is. I don't take shit, but I let minor fucks slip by. Lyrics in songs become more meaningful and I go back to music I haven't listened to for years. I have tried to spend more time with the Grandchildren, hopefully they will remember me as they are only 3yrs and 6yrs. I'm starting to sort my crap out, throw crap away, it may have a meaning for me, but no one else will know. I'm hoping to last till I'm 60yrs, but in all honesty I doubt it this time. As I say, It is what it is.
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[Polarbear]

Bunch of morbid bastards arent we.

Tinkicker said Todays world bears no resemblance to the world I grew up in.

And that strikes a chord with me, I have seen places the world over change and as you will all have noticed in other threads, this country as well. If I wasn't married and was a bit fitter I'd buy yacht and sail away. WHere? Who knows or cares, And if I ended my life at the bottom of an ocean Id be a fuck sight happier than having some greasy undertsker being paid to throw me in an oven.

Fuck I'm really morbid tonight.
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[Skudd]