I do, honey, I do. I laugh all the time now and I make the people around me laugh too. How bout you? Things a little grim out in the gulch? The essential flaw in your theory is just this: to you, life is a series of grim tasks, overcome by assiduous goal-setting and hard work to get there and then the almost certain knowledge that you will be rewarded in the end - if not in this life then the next - by... what? The sort of sneering condescension you're displaying now? Seems like a raw deal to me? I can't remember setting a goal for myself in my whole life unless the term includes getting the big-breasted redhead at the bar to come home with me? And yet... and yet I can tell that my chaotic life has been a thousand times more fun than you cloistered and purposeful one. For one thing, even married women like to have fun once in a while and if they're not having it at home they're going to come and find someone like me who laughs and loves a lot.<quoted text>Enjoy your short lived bliss.
Sure, it's true, I'm gonna die at some point but that makes us equals, doesn't it? Are you suggesting I should care about who gives me my tongue bath when I'm eighty and crippled? Because, frankly Scarlett, I don't give a damn. you need to take a look at your whole premise to fully appreciate the scope of your humiliation.