What a stupid saying. Plenty of things don’t kill you. Like, ice cream. Ice cream rarely kills anyone. Does it make you, me, anyone stronger?
No.
Doritos occasionally kill people, but no one claims to be stronger after eating a bag. I wish they made me stronger.
At this moment, hearing it close in behind me, I wish anything would make me stronger.
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They say that about exercise, mostly. Or bad experiences, like a divorce. I’ve managed to avoid both. Considering that plenty of people have died due to over-exercising, and plenty of people have commited suicide after a divorce, makes sense in those contexts.
Thinking back, avoiding regular exercise was probably a bad idea. Not in the long run, “good for your heart” kind of thing, but... Right now, trying to run uphill, hearing it easily keep pace behind me, I really doubt I’ll live long enough to worry about my heart.
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I read a report once, said that when a broken bone mends the place where it broke becomes stronger than the bone around it. Not sure if that’s true or not. Hell, I might even be remembering wrong.
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I broke my arm when I was four. Maybe if I turn around and let it bite my arm there it might break a tooth. Might give up.
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Chemicals, poisons, soda. Things we use on a regular basis that, according to doctors, are slowly killing us. But they don’t kill us. They sure as hell aren’t going to kill me. Somehow I doubt that if I’d used vinegar to clean my bathroom instead of bleach, like my grandma always told me, it would have made any difference in the way I die. Bleach smells stronger, so I guess it made my tolerance for chemical smells stronger?
It doesn’t smell like chemicals, though. Maybe I should have used something that made my tolerance for the smell of rotting flesh stronger.
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Such a stupid saying.
Cars. Cars kill an insane amount of people. I use mine every day, and somehow I doubt using it has made me stronger.
I wish I had my car. I wish I had any car. I would take any vehicle of any sort, as long as there was a door I could lock between myself and the thing almost close enough to touch me.
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It’s already tried to kill me. I got away, while it was distracted. That old joke about not needing to be faster than something, only faster than the person standing next to you?
There’s some truth in it.
It didn’t kill me. I am not stronger. If anything, I’m weaker, now that the adrenaline is wearing thin. It knows it, too.
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Whatever.
Just get it over with.