I don't care
So my stupid doctor's blood tests came back and apparently I have high cholesterol, which means I have to start eating crappy foods that taste bad. Well, I don't have to, I don't want to, but apparently my doctor seems to care more about my health than I do. I've been living with this for years and I'm not dead or sick. I wouldn't mind dying, though. I'd be dead, so I wouldn't mind it. If my stupid doctor is guilt tripping me into eating crap, I'd rather be dead so I wouldn't have to eat crap any more. I feel like saying "listen, I've been liking eating foods I like without any problems, and you're just telling me to eat yucky foods because if I died, you'd get less money." Or something. I have a long history of doctors hating me, mostly psychiatrists, but I don't plan on getting any disease like diabetes any time soon. That's what the word disease means: Not at ease. I'm at ease, I have been at ease eating so-called "junk" food, and I just wish I had the guts to tell my doctor I don't care about my health. My saying is still true. If god wanted us to eat healthy foods, he would have made them taste good. We perfected food and made it better because the healthy basic food (i.e. fruits and vegetables) we had been eating for centuries tasted awful. I guess this news, while it should have come as no surprise, has put me in a bad mood.

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