The doc who cared for my Dad, who died too young, told me, if I made it to 50 (not common in my line), to treat every day like a treasure. My Dad is long gone, the doc made it to his 90's - maybe he should have given more wisdom to the patients.
No wife or kids to dump on, I do my own laundry. When I pee the sheets, it is my own problem.
When I see a cute girl (i'm a Lupron for life guy), I'm more likely to notice that her bra strap would work better canted 3 degrees to the left than what it is holding up.
But cute girl next door invited me for Cinco Di Mayo patio party, so I must not be dead, or am, and made it to heaven.