I plan to never get married or have children. Will I, at times, suffer crippling loneliness? Will I die alone with no one who cares for me by my side? Will I spend my eighties as a sad, old, childless man, who never truly experienced love, who hits on sprightly sixty-somethings in smoke-filled pool halls in Boca Raton? Will my obituary read “Nice Guy; Left No Legacy Tho!”?

Yes, probably all true. But that all sounds like a small price to pay for freedom. A rock-bottom bargain if you ask me.