I'd brutally murder everyone who wronged me in life, and yes, that does include several Americans.
Oh, and burn down my school, because it is a spawning ground for idiots.
I'd brutally murder everyone who wronged me in life, and yes, that does include several Americans.
Oh, and burn down my school, because it is a spawning ground for idiots.
I'd go make out with the love of my life and call it a day!
Three days.
Hmm.
On the first day I'd settle all my accounts, liquidate all my assests, give away the houseplants, make sure that whoever was suppposed to inherit stuff from me would legally be entitled to do so. Then I'd sit down and compose a short letter to my friends and family telling them how much they meant to me and how it would be ok – I'd be ok wherever I was -- even if it was just being dust among dust.
Second day, I'd pack up a small backpack with just enough stuff to tide me over for two days, then I'd go for a hike by myself deep into the mountains -- somewhere that had intimidated me before, that I'd felt a little bit scared of. With so little time on the clock left, I'd have less to lose from confronting that fear then. And if I got through it successfully, then for one last time I'd feel that great feeling that you get when its good to be alive. And if I didn't get through it successfully, then my dying words could be "well, now I know why I was afraid of this place ..."
Everyone wants a painless death, and I'm no exception, but every day we see examples of the opposite in the news and on tv. So if it couldn't be painless, I'd hope that it would at least be quick, and that after it had happened, I'd hope that what was left of me -- assuming anything was left -- wouldn't terrify any other hiker who came thorugh that same place years later.
I would kiss two girls who have been my friends for a long time, but whom I have never had the courage to tell them about my true feelings.
Then, I would get my ex-girlfriendback, screw her, and cheat on her… TWICE... with Paris Hilton.
Next, I'll drive a golf cart down the freeway to work, punch the asshole who works there, publish every story idea I've ever had but never written, and break the windows at my old school.
Three days to live liberates me of any fear i've ever had about drug addiction, i think i would take as many drugs as possible just to see what would happen.