Don't worry so much; have more fun. Or... Don't ever stop giving me the good food to eat and best wine to drink. I can't make up my mind either.
What is there even to say on the spot bruh or even years later?! Think about it - you find out you're going blind and mute tomorrow... I dunno bout yall, but I'd be shítting fúckin bricks brah, I'd be in a state of fear, panic, shock... too fúcking shocked to say anything, no witty lines, no clever remarks, nada that'll inspire future generations. Youd probably get "fúck.. fúck... fúck.. why.. why me?" As I wallow in despair for the rest of my life.
Kefo these are early signs that youre going crazy. Pm me for counselling if u cant afford a psychiatrist mate