For some time now I've come to the realization that I just plain hate the old man. Everything he has ever taught me about life is worthless; either mistaken or just plain lies. Be it money, lifestyle, women, health, hell even religion.

Today, with lady corona going for most old fat men, I see how his years might come to an end soon.

What's your perspective here? Is it something with the potential to bring me much headache in the form of regret if he croaks with me just not caring about him?