You’re Killing Me, Man (#78)

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     I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it seems every day we hear about something new that is slowly but surely killing us. I just heard buttered microwave popcorn can cause respiratory distress resulting in possible death, too much couch activity and overeating can lead to an early grave, and the Super Bowl can create levels of stress, great enough to result in a swift and certain visit from the Grim Reaper. I guess I’m in big trouble!

     There was a time when you definitely knew what would kill you. If you smoked, drank alcohol, ate greasy food, didn’t exercise, or forgot a wedding anniversary; your days were numbered. These days it’s a little tricky. Now you can die from second-hand smoke, and recent scientific studies have shown that one billion Chinese factory workers, furiously puffing cigarettes on their five-minute lunch break is killing people on the other side of the world. If you can believe this; I just read that soda and snack, vending machines can kill you! I’m serious. Some poor, starving guy with low blood sugar, who had to work through lunch was furiously shaking one to get the last stuck bag of Doritos when it toppled over, and crushed him. I do have one bit of good news. States are starting to legalize the use of marijuana. I guess it doesn’t destroy brain cells, slow reaction time, damage your lungs, and make us act stupid. Just don’t let that bale you’re unloading into your basement, fall on top of you. I’m pretty sure it can kill you!

     I just wish all those scientists with brains so big, they carry their heads around in wheelbarrows, would make up their minds about what will kill us. I went on a diet recently, lost a lot of weight in a short time, and had my doctor tell me to slow down. He said that losing too much weight, too fast will kill you. Thank God I can now eat dark chocolate, drink wine in moderation, drink huge cups of Dunkin Donuts coffee, and load up on sugar, without having waiting ambulances parked in my driveway. I know sugars not the greatest thing to eat, but those artificial sweeteners, and high-fructose corn syrups will really kill you. It was hard enough giving up tanning booths, red meat, sleeping too much, and Salmonella encrusted spinach, but now I can’t, even get sick, and go to a hospital. Do you know hospitals are filled with antibiotic resistant super-bugs that will kill you if your immune system is weakened? That’s crazy! I guess the only thing, I’m sure will kill me is old age. While I’m waiting for it, could you please hand me that Bong. I just got some great weed from California. Just be careful. If you drop it on your foot, it may kill you.

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About Patrick Dykie

I'm a simple, middle class family man, living a quiet life in eastern Pennsylvania with my wife and two sons. I love to write and make people laugh. During the day, I'm an account representative, and at night I'm working hard to be a writer. I've faced some things over the past few years that have slowed me down in my dreams, but I have always been an optimist. I also have a love of life, and believe it is a precious gift. I wish you all well on your own journeys.
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5 Responses to You’re Killing Me, Man (#78)

  1. colonialist says:

    The worst of it is, they can’t make up their minds. Look at margarine. Good for you; bad for you; good for you; lethal; the best thing since past your eyesing … you get the picture. What about fluoride! Maybe the next will be a cure-all of guaranteed efficacy – ‘with real cyanide’.

  2. Life will kill you…eventually. So live it up! I’d rather live a shorter life I’ve enjoyed–as free from self-inflicted disease and suffering–than a longer life filled with paranoia over everything that might get me to that place I’m going to end up anyway.

    The only reason I follow such a “healthy” diet is to keep my Chronic Fatigue and migraine symptoms manageable. I made a choice that avoiding that suffering was better than the suffering of not tasting fresh-baked bread or sweet frosting on a cake. And I still wonder sometimes if it is worth it… ;)

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