What would you do?

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If you were informed that you had less than a week left, what would you do with your time.

Note: you find the information credible for whatever reason. It could be medical or the end of life on the planet. Regardless, you are willing to act on the information.

J
 
Nothing different from what I would do otherwise.
 
Probably similar to what I do now except I wouldn't bother showing up to work. I'd make sure to take my family out and have some nice meals together and the like and maybe re-read a few of my favorite books, that kind of thing.
 
Dunno, cocaine and prozzies?
 
If you were informed that you had less than a week left, what would you do with your time.

Note: you find the information credible for whatever reason. It could be medical or the end of life on the planet. Regardless, you are willing to act on the information.

J

I would do vastly different things for each of these two scenarios

L
 
Assuming I were informed that I have a medical condition:
Go visit my family probably, apologize for some things that I've done in the past and thank them for being awesome. Then go home, surf the internet for a while and realize how much time I have wasted here, get all depressed about what I've done with my life, cry myself to sleep and then hope that I can spend as much of the 6 remaining days with my family as possible.

In-between I'd probably do my last few drawings, try to make them something special, have some panic attacks here and there and rethink my view on religion.

...now, that was unnecessarily bleak, wasn't it? I actually don't have anything that I'd totally want to try before dying. But I'm glad that as far as I know I'm not dying.
 
I'd go find my friends and do psychedelic drugs with them, if there were any to be obtained. In order of preference: shrooms, acid, DMT, ayahuasca. I'd want to go out like Aldous Huxley.
 
I would quit my job asap, hire a lawyer, draft up a will, spend time with friends and family, say my goodbyes, then fly out to somewhere remote and live out my remaining hours on some mountaintop, surrounded by beauty and serenity. Ideally I'd die on Machu Picchu mountain, but if I'm dying I might not be able to get up there, so who knows.

I'd also try to quickly look up a bully I had in grade 8, then visit him at his home and punch him in the face. But that's not really near the top of my list, I wouldn't put too much effort into it.

I would also flirt with pretty women more often than usual and use my "I'm dying, help" sob story to try to get some lovin. Hey, just being honest.
 
I would also flirt with pretty women more often than usual and use my "I'm dying, help" sob story to try to get some lovin. Hey, just being honest.

If you think that would work you could do it now.
 
I have no idea and don't want to think about it.
 
If you think that would work you could do it now.

Nah, I don't lie to women to get closer to them physically. Maybe about the size of my lego collection or my sexual prowess, but definitely not about me dying.
 
ayahuasca

Impressive Boots. Though the principle benefit isn't really that it's fun, more that it can help you gain perspective. I'm not sure the situation being described is necessarily one where you need a perspective aid. Particularly since it really works better if you've been in the steam of preparation for several hours, hours which seem fairly limited in this scenario. The poops are absolutely heinous.
 
If he did it now he'd have to lie about dying though.

Unless you take a "we're all technically dying" stance towards the situation, I guess.

Not lying is critical if you are looking for a long term relationship. You will always wind up revealed for what you are in that case, so genuinely selling yourself puts you with someone who will actually appreciate you.

If you are looking for a rodeo, say whatever gets you in the gate and excites the gatekeeper. She doesn't want to know "the truth" anyway, since it is probably among the least exciting things you can say. That works both ways. Would you rather wake up in the morning believing you had a one night stand with a supermodel that found you irresistible, or a housewife from Hoboken that just figured a bum like you doesn't have much chance of running into her husband?
 
That sounds a little PUA-esque to me. People lie about small things in those kinds of situations all the time, I get that, you lie about having a better job than you actually do or more interesting hobbies than you actually do or something. But trying to garner sympathy-screws by lying that you have a terminal illness or something seems really skeezy somehow.
 
Impressive Boots. Though the principle benefit isn't really that it's fun, more that it can help you gain perspective. I'm not sure the situation being described is necessarily one where you need a perspective aid. Particularly since it really works better if you've been in the steam of preparation for several hours, hours which seem fairly limited in this scenario. The poops are absolutely heinous.

Also, neurotransmitters get used. By day 3 you won't be getting high off the serotenergic hallucinogens (shrooms, acid). You'd have to really time it all well.
 
That sounds a little PUA-esque to me. People lie about small things in those kinds of situations all the time, I get that, you lie about having a better job than you actually do or more interesting hobbies than you actually do or something. But trying to garner sympathy-screws by lying that you have a terminal illness or something seems really skeezy somehow.

It allows her to maintain her illusion that one roll in the sack with her would turn any man into a stalker. You didn't call begging because you are dead, which is a good enough excuse. You can even amplify it for her on your way out...if only I had met you sooner... She's happy, you're happy, the world is a better place.
 
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