The other week I had to get blood drawn for life insurance. Insurance is a gamble for me. At this point in my life I have no classic beneficiaries. I may some day. But now, I don’t. The people that will benefit at this point. When I die. My parents will reap the rewards of the reaper. I more than likely will out live them, so I don’t know who will ‘benefit’ from my death then. There is a little girl that I love. She will more than likely be a beneficiary of my demise, but until then it is my parents.
It is an odd thing life insurance. I have insurance through my work that is a tidy sum. I also now have insurance for myself. Personal insurance for a personal demise. Insurance is for the future of others, but not of the insured. I get nothing out of it. It is supposedly for peace of mind. The peace of mind of others. The people you leave behind.
I am not leaving anyone behind at this point.
But I may if I don’t get my cholesterol down. Lucky numbers 254.
