<“When I talk about our research, I say to people, ‘I’m not telling you that bad things don’t hurt,’” Gilbert says. “Of course they do. It would be perverse to say that having a child or a spouse die is not a big deal. All I’m saying is that the reality doesn’t meet the expectation.”>
That's been my experience.
Children are apparently not too worried about a parent's death as long as "Who will make my lunch for school?" is answered so they won't have a worry. It's all about them.
And, as adults, it's all about us, so when bad things happen, we run a security check [subconsciously] and if we come up in the clear, we move on with a tear and a shrug and a memory.
Even our own demise I can imagine isn't such a big deal. Having worried about it all our lives, which nature dictates we must, or we'd be dead too soon, when the inevitable arrives, we seem programmed to just go with the flow.
But not me. Personally, I'm planning on making a break for it. You can go with the flow if you like. I'm outa there. Heading for the hills or somewhere. The reality certainly doesn't suit my expectations.
Mqurice
PS: I did chance upon it. Now, I'm outa here. [I noted correct spelling of Brylcreem, thanks]. |
