Do you fear getting old, sick and dying?

I am 28 this year. My mental health has been degenerating every year as I get older. Is it true as you get older, you fear death more?

Watching my parents aging and struggling with chronic diseases make me feels terrified and apprehensive.

I have been trying to live a healthy lifestyle, dont smoke and no drinking, I still fear I maybe walking their path in 10-20 years time.

It feels like this meat machine of mine is failing at an accelerating speed day by day, year by year. Suddenly the tick, tick, tick of time became tangible.

Netizens’ comments

• No. It’s inevitable anyways, we’ll all eventually grow old and slowly rot away before kicking the bucket, some sooner than others.

That’s just how life is, no use fearing it.

• One have to come to term with death. Only then you can appreciate the present and live life to the fullest.

• I’m 66 this year and luckily still quite healthy. I know that I could go in the next 10 or 20 years or sooner. Do I fear it? No. I have had an eventful life but I have always tried to be good to people. When I go it will be with an easy conscience. Live life to the full but be fair to all.

I purposefully spilled a giant glass of wine on my mother at my brother’s wedding

Last month, my brother got married to the woman he has spent the last 7 years of his life with. My sister-in-law is a wonderful woman and I am more than happy for the two of them.

Well, my mother being the venomous demon she is decided that one of the most important days in her oldest child’s life MUST be made about her in some way. She showed up in an incredibly frilly white bridal dress.

Her dress was much more of a bridal dress than the brides that day as well. She was the talk of the whole event, for all the wrong reasons I mind you.

My brother didn’t even know if she would show up after a previous meltdown of hers, but he didn’t even know what to do when he walked down the aisle to see her sitting in the front row. My SIL looked livid as well when she saw her.

At the lunch afterward, things only got worse and I knew my mother was going to ruin this day. So, I decided to take one for the team.

We were served glasses of red wine at lunch, and I asked for mine to be filled to the brim. I walked over to where my mother was sitting and “tripped,” dousing her perfect white dress.

I nearly got on my knees groveling to apologize and she missed the lunch and much of the first half of the reception driving back home (4 hour round trip) to change into the dress my brother had originally bought for her.

Lucky for me, no one cared but my mother. The maid of honor even ended up slipping me a text right after the scene telling me that I deserve an Oscar for my performance.

I didn’t plan on coming on the internet to brag about destroying a bridal dress and causing a scene at my brother’s wedding. But I just received a bottle of red wine from my SIL with a card saying “Enjoy the best bottle of wine I could find, for the best wedding gift you could have given us.”