My honest - and boring - answer is that I don't think I can really know how I'd react until/unless that day actually comes.
I think that I am generally quite (very?) a predictable person. But I reckon that the last day of my life, if known to me that it's my last day, is one day of my life that would be far from predictable. My priorities may completely flip-over, I don't know how exactly.
I get a feeling that I would either fully embrace life or sink into a depression that I've done fuck all with my life so far. Hopefully - and probably I (at least) like to think! - the former and not the latter.
(Although, thinking and wondering again, I guess it would be good to not die a virgin! - But hopefully I will have lost my virginity way before the last day of my life!).
EvF
I think that I am generally quite (very?) a predictable person. But I reckon that the last day of my life, if known to me that it's my last day, is one day of my life that would be far from predictable. My priorities may completely flip-over, I don't know how exactly.
I get a feeling that I would either fully embrace life or sink into a depression that I've done fuck all with my life so far. Hopefully - and probably I (at least) like to think! - the former and not the latter.
(Although, thinking and wondering again, I guess it would be good to not die a virgin! - But hopefully I will have lost my virginity way before the last day of my life!).
EvF
