I Shouldn't Be Alive

So I'm flippin through the channels and hit upon this show - "I Shouldn't Be Alive". I think it was on Discovery.

Basic point of the show is to show a true story of something horrible that happened to someone. But, thanks to the fact they're being interviewed and the title of the show, you know that this horrible thing did not, in fact, kill them. Which kinda spoils the ending really, but there ya have it.

Thing is - I think most people must watch the show and say "well thank gods that isn't me!"

But I kept watching and wishing it was me. I mean, granted, being slowly eaten alive by sand flies while I cook in the sun is not the most gentle of deaths...but still. It's odd, isn't it? All these people in these horrible situations, and all they seem to chatter on about is how much they wanted to live and how that made all the difference. And I can't help but think that had it been me, I could have sat back and let it happen and just be done with this hopeless charade.

But nope. I don't get in horrible situations. Because my life is boring and I like it that way. Even though I'm perfectly willing and wanting to die, the truth is I also hate pain and demand routine and just basically was never built for dare devil activities.

My family's even "blessed" with incredibly healthy genes. Oh, sure, I get flat feet and possibly a bad back in the future and mental illness runs all through that tree. But cancer? Nah. Nothing truly life threatening. Just annoying.

gah