I don't want to die. Ever. People have asked, "If you could be immortal, would you?" Hell yes. Unless you took off my head, Highlander status. "Wouldn't it be lonely?" Life is lonely.
So that brings up what I call "the Legacy instinct." Once you're dead, you're forgotten, right? Not if we can help it. Most members of society will do anything in their power to leave a mark on the world- a legacy. Be it a child, or a skyscraper, or a type of fruit fly named after them, everybody wants to be remembered. So what do you want to be remembered for? A social movement? A hilarious tweet?
The most successful, stream-of-consciousness blog written by a 20 year old, 6'5" bearded Caucasian male of all time?
I see it everyday. Not in a wise, omniscient-Otter sort of way. It's just evolutionary, and everyone participates. Our reptilian drives and ambitions, getting nourishment, keeping healthy, choosing a mate, all so that we may survive and procreate. And why procreate? To leave a legacy! To usher in Otter, Jr., or some beautiful literary work that takes the world by storm, or the next all-British musical sensation.
You know what? I don't like the tone of this post. This post is now about adorable marriage proposals.
If anybody needs a flash mob or something to propose to someone else, I'm totally game to help out. Hell, I'll even officiate (I'm a licensed priest, ya'll).
In conclusion, either work to be remembered or resign yourself to history. It's all good either way.
And hit me up if you're getting married. Seriously, I'm pretty sure that I'd give great toasts.