Wait until the day you finally think your own body is starting to betray you.
It kicks you into a vigor of increased exercise to regain... only to injure yourself more frequently and heal more slowly.
I heal myself. A painful ingrown toenail? A bottle of vodka and a pair of pliers. My actual dominion is my body and I rule this body.
Yep, I too yank my own ingrown toenails and sew my own wounds and care for most other ails of my body. I take nothing outside aspirin and ibuprofen (i give up to the motrin because fuck it. Anything Motrin was going to do to me was already done after vitamin M in the Marines)
I'm talking about muscles suddenly pulling from what was a normal use seemingly a week ago, aches and pops in joints that you simply cannot heal. That sort of thing.
Don't worry. You may not think so now, but it is coming for you too. Father time is an uncaring fucker. He treats us all equally shitty in our own time.
Entropy. It's the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics.
Once you realize that you are the culmination of generations of tough mfkers, and you understand that this is their legacy, you will understand why we continue to fight these endless conflicts.
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