A while ago I was staying at a hotel and needed to go to Whole Foods to get food for my room. I was going to hit up Uber but when I went downstairs I noted the hotel shuttle was there and asked the driver could he take me. He said, of course...and I hopped in the van.
Him: You look like one of them healthy eaters.
In a real disdainful way.
I started focusing then and noted his 2 liter of soda, cooler and Big Gulp cup. And then...I noticed HIM. All of him. As much as I could see.
Me: Yeah...I am. What about you?
Him: Nah...I'm good. You gon' die from something. Might as well be happy while you're living.
Turns out dude drank almost two of those 2 liter sodas a day. He'd had his version of a healthy lunch earlier. A chicken sandwich from McDonald's. We started talking about quality of life. His quality of life was all about him being happy...currently. And being happy, for him, was tied to food. Not good food...but food that tasted good TO HIM. My quality of life focuses more on my body function and well...being vain as hell and well...I'm a punk when it comes to pain. We're from two different worlds of what makes whom happy.
I get that.
The conversation continued and I asked him was he worried about getting an illness which makes it difficult for him to take care of himself. I was like...you know you don't just die in your sleep the majority of the time right? You get some ish and can't walk and need to use them scooters in Walmart or an oxygen tank to keep your heart going because you're so clogged up stuff doesn't move and flow around inside right? Who is going to take care of you? Can your family afford a private nurse and driver to take care of you when they go to work? Are you from a generational wealthy family? Can you afford the type of medical care that comes with that kinda of stuff?
And he laughed it all off saying he'll deal with that when it comes. If it comes.
I went to Whole Foods, got my food and returned to the van. When I got there, he wasn't there. I looked around and he was rushing...to finish his cigarette.
Oh well...I guess.
Do you know anyone like this? "You gotta die of something."