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Tuesday, October 01, 2002
 
Life as a Loser

The Life as a Loser column is a lot like Lileks Bleat for me. I don't read it nearly enough, and then when I do go back to it, I spend hours reading through the archives to catch up on all that I have missed. I really enjoyed this particular piece on health. I think that I have an awful lot in common with Will Leitch.
I have helped foster this mindset, I admit. My mind is always balancing so many issues and difficulties and fears and worries that it seems strange that self-preservation, actually taking care of myself, never seems to enter the picture. It occurs to me, during rare moments of introspection, that I am on the fast track to death. My eating habits are horrendous, still at one meal a day, usually a slice of pizza or a couple cheap hot dogs from the stand across the street. I drink a glass of chocolate milk in the morning, I guzzle Diet Coke all day, and it’s either beer or Scotch in the evening, depending on whether or not I’m writing. I smoke a pack of Marlboro Reds a day. And physical exertion is limited to masturbation and running to catch a leaving subway train, sometimes simultaneously. And vitamins? Please. Next thing you know, you’ll want me to start eating carrots or something. A friend once pointed out to me that the only aspect of medical prevention I explored were condoms.
Not that I even have much reason for preventive practice in that realm. Which leads to the question what do you call the guy who is more of a loser than the guy who lives his life as a loser?