What are you doing with the rest of your life?

I was asked this recently and it struck me as being a rather good question.

"What am I doing with the rest of my life?"

It turned out the question was just a prelude to a cheesy pick up line. But that aside, I liked it anyway.

It's far better than that other question I'm asked with disturbing frequency, "Why are you single?" This question has always baffled me. It seems to seek to discover what invisible defect is the barrier to romance. I never know how to answer.

"I have hammer toes."
"I talk in my sleep."
"I eat my lovers."

What do you expect me to say?

Finally I've settled on this answer to the second question, "Why are you single?"

"I'm picky."

As for what I'm doing with the rest of my life ....

1. I'm going to eat some very good food.
2. I'm going to drink some very good wine.
3. I'm going to create some meaningful art.
4. And I'm going to make love to some beautiful men.

So ...

"What are you doing with the rest of your life?"