I’ve noticed the slow failing of the health of my mother and step-father.  My step-father had a knee replacement last year and couldn’t move around much, so it fell on my mother to do all the work at the house, and to basically take care of him.  By this I mean getting to the store for meds, helping him out of bed and into the bathroom, bathing him.  Also he has done these types of thing for her when she has gotten sick as well.  I live six hours away from them, so it’s almost impossible to me to offer any aid.

Which brings me to my question.  Can a MGTOW man take care of himself in the future as he gets older?  I have no kids, and no other living relatives besides my mother who will be gone by time I reach the age of needing assistance.  So how does a MGTOW man survive?  Do we make enough money to check ourselves into an early assisted living situation in our 60’s?  Has anyone even thought that far ahead?  Thank you in advance for your comments.

1. Workout be sure to keep yourself in good shape my grandmother is 83, and lives alone she does have a few pets, but she get’s around just fine. The house has been set up for someone her age she has a top notch security system, and she uses life alert. In addition you can get a system that recognizes a certain set of numbers, and will automatically call the police when used (sort of like some kind of voice alarm).

2. Consider a surrogate mother this will allow your legacy to live on, but will eliminate any female influence you don’t want the child to have.

3. Physician assisted suicide, or mercy killing this one sounds a little insane, but it’s a good option if you’ve lived your life to the fullest, and are ready go when you can no longer even wipe your own ass.

These are just a few that I will consider when i’m old, but most likely I will try to keep myself healthy enough to live like my grandmother. She spent around $30,000 to make her house elderly friendly, but it was money well spent, and allows her to remain independent.

Personally if I live to be old and find my health crashing then I will probably just do a big ‘ol bump of heroin and be done with it. (No, I’m not a druggie but I’ve been told it’s an easy wat to slip out of this world)  Aside from that I try to put the future in perspective i.e. plan to pay rent, car insurance, etc.  I just don’t personally find it productive to worry who might be wiping my ass 30 years from now assuming I live that long.  CARPE DIEM!

I already feel like I have done everything I ever wanted to do in life. I would prefer to die somewhere between 40-50. Living until 80+ sounds like a drag.

The first is one I posted in another thread already. What if: you had back, all at one time, all the money you ever spent on women? Consider all the dinner tabs and drink tabs you picked up, tickets to movies, concerts and other entertainment, clothes you bought, jewelry you bought, vacations you paid double for, utility bills that weren’t shared, attorney fees… , alimony if applicable etc… even things you bought for yourself like cologne you would not have likely spent money for except for the pursuit of women. Whatever that amount of money is, imagine that instead of spending it a little at a time here and there along the way over the years, you had been investing in the market in an index fund that just retuned what the market averages. (I think the historical return of 10% over any 20 year period is still accurate). In the other thread, this is where I posted the question to think back on all of whatever you had gotten back from women in return for that money and asked if doing it over and knowing what you know now, would you have spent that same money on women again knowing as you know now you’d get back exactly whatever it is you’ve gotten back for it over the years?

But for this post, extrapolate that out to the age your step father is now that he’s needing some intermittent help for his issues, and figure out how much you’ll have. Now, check on the cost of hiring someone for those intermittent periods…

The second point is that, if you check on what your government social security retirement payouts will be given what you’ve earned and paid in over the course of your working life (this can be done with the government’s social security website and a cpa knowledgeable on the terms of it), you can compare what you will receive being married vs being single. It’s a little known fact that two people married each receive much less (reduced by almost half) than they would if they stay single and just co-habitate. You get no break on the payments into it if you are married while working, but can expect a deep cut in what you receive back when you are retired.

I know this from my own mother’s experience. She’s in her late 70s now. She and my dad were married more than 40 years until my dad died. Several years later, she started to consider re-marrying someone she’d met, and asked us (kids) what we thought. My response: what can you achieve married that you cannot achieve single? There’s no scandal and nobody cares anymore if you live together, insure each other, include each other in wills and estate plans etc. There’s no need to be married to have and raise kids (even though she’s past that point anyway).

When I posed that question to her, she got quiet for a minute or two and then slowly realized that the only reason she was even considering it was to conform to an outdated societal expectation. She and the guy she was considering marrying looked at the social security benefit issue and decided to cohabitant with a legal written agreement that this would never be considered common-law marriage by either of them. They both get the added social security benefit and each has will assets to their own kids when they die. They are essentially living like college room mates do in order to share expenses and maintain benefits. They’ve been together now for about 15 years.

This gives me some hope that someday when we are all old (men and women) and are all facing these same issues, that women may become somewhat more reasonable and realistic about the purpose of having a relationship, and might be easier to deal with…but I’m still making those payments to my retirement plans…

Last, there are closed off retirement communities in Florida and other places where older people all live in their own homes, but all the streets are golf cart only. They have their own grocery stores, country clubs etc and the community hires out the in-home care in large contracts for hundreds of people at a time…getting wholesale rates. The agencies that staff the nurses to provide it can give better rates party because everyone is essentially at the same place, or at least same neighborhood. Due to the population living longer, death of a spouse etc, lots of elderly people are living single now in places like this. There are more and more options aside from nursing homes because the demand for them is going up as the age and number of the elderly population increases…

I don’t fear death, everyone dies. Everyone. As far as my plans go, I will take care of my brother (a disabled vet) as long as I am able to and then rely on medical insurance to care for him if I cannot. And if my time is up, as verified by my doctors, and I have the capacity to choose what I wish to do, I will use a gun to end my time on this Earth, if and only if there is no real hope of recovery. As I am not religious, I will not choose a path of prolonged suffering before my life is ended. I will have enjoyed the time allotted to me by the circumstance of my birth and subsequent life but I will not prolong my agony at the end, if that is what is ahead of me.

As I said, I do not fear dying, but I do fear suffering for no good reason when you know the only possible outcome is death. As I believe most people wish their death to be, my concept of the ideal way to die would be going to bed after the best meal and alcohol you’ve ever had in your life, followed by a great orgasm with a great woman (or android, lol), and then capped off with a terrific wet dream that segues ever so gently into your heartbeat descending ever so slowly into oblivion, delivering you to the unknowing nothingness from which you initially emerged at your birth.

I was inspired by the story of the Swiss-French architect and designer Le Corbusier who, in his declining years, rented a modest but efficient little home by the sea and took a daily swim out into the water. The possibly apocryphal story goes that he would swim out as far as he could and then return… and one day he swam out but never came back. That, I suppose, is how I would like to go… doing something regular and pleasurable that I know will kill me at the point in time where I am no longer able to do it satisfactorily.

I’m thinking that when the “ouch” moment comes, I will maybe move to Vietnam and spend my remaining time living like a king in a modest home, eating and bicycling and chasing young females until one of those activities does me in.