If you have the ability to think for the long-term, you can make sure that you are following along a path that leads to the outcomes you desire. Here’s an example of how that could go bad:
Let’s say, hypothetically, that you are disabled DUMBFUCK living in a tincasa somewhere in the wilds of Maryland. You spend your days ignoring your deteriorating spouse in favor of producing podcasts that no one listens to, hunting various blogs in search of reasons to be BUTTHURT, and shifting the responsibility for all the cosmic shit that you have called down from the universe into your life, such as Late Stage ELEVENTY Porkingscouts Disease, onto others.
Many years ago, you (hypothetically) did what you once referred to as the only decent thing you’ve ever done in your life, which was undergo a brain surgery which had been performed tens of thousands of time before but which you insist was an “experimental, life-saving procedure.” You have also made arrangements to “donate your brain to science,” which you were probably told meant the Vanderbilt Porkingscouts Disease Center, but actually means the Department of Abnormal Brain Physiology at the O & M Medical School in the Dominican Republic.
Nevertheless (one word) a noble hypothetic gesture.
But then your long-term planning failed you. You hypothetically filed a really dimwitted lawsuit in Maryland. Actually five of them, but the last one was the real bastard.
And your hypothetical wife died.
You tried to add multiple parties, including a retired lawyer and a gentleman from Massachusetts, neither of whom were inclined to put up with your lies and fuckery.
So you dismissed that hypothetical lawsuit – WITH PREJUDICE – and moved away from all your doctors, and your wife’s son, who was the only family contact you had.
Now you live near a sister who really doesn’t like you much (who does?), and calls you once or twice a week because she feels obligated. Hypothetically.
Someday, alone in your little man cave, you’re going to be reading some hypothetical zombie blog and something you read will cause a blood vessel to pop and poof!- that will be the hypothetical end of you. Hopefully, it will be just a couple of minutes after you hang up the phone with your sister on a Thursday afternoon. Her obligation fulfilled, she won’t need to hypothetically call you until Monday. Nobody will think twice about the fact that you haven’t been online all weekend, you do that all the time when you’ve hypothetically monkeydanced yourself into a corner and deleted all your hypothetical blogs and Twitter accounts.
By the time anyone notices, any currently useful portions of your hypothetical brain will be half rotted into something like gray cottage cheese, and even a pig farm wouldn’t slop their hogs with it. No scientific utility for you.
So, please – don’t make snap decisions. Think it through. You never know how big your screw-up today could grow to be tomorrow.