Honestly, it sounds great—as long as we’re talking the glamorous kind of long life. You know, the one where I still have my wit, my good hair days, and my ability to get up without groaning like I’ve just run a marathon (spoiler: I haven’t).
But let’s be real: living a long life means signing up for decades more of baffling technology, endless spam calls, and trends that make me question humanity. I mean, will TikTok still exist in 2080? And if it does, will I finally learn how to make those videos where people point at random words floating on the screen?
And the people! Oh, the people. Living long enough to witness yet another generation arguing over pineapple on pizza or bringing back skinny jeans would be a special kind of chaos. By 120, I’d probably be the family legend sitting in the corner saying, “I told you so” about everything—from fashion disasters to climate predictions.
On the bright side, think of all the time I’d have to perfect my hobbies. I could finally master yoga instead of just pretending to meditate while scrolling Instagram. Living to 120 could be amazing if I get to spend those years reinventing myself every decade. At 80, I’ll take up drag racing, just to keep life exciting. At 90, I’ll start a podcast about all the embarrassing things people used to say in the 2020s. By 100, I’ll have figured out how to keep plants alive (finally). Or I could write a memoir so future generations know that the secret to a long life is a combination of humor, caffeine, and avoiding anyone who insists you “just need to calm down.”
So yes, I’ll take the extra years—provided they’re filled with laughs, adventures, and absolutely no kale smoothies. And please, someone invent a robot to clean my house by the time I hit 100. That’s my one non-negotiable.
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