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(You can't make this shit up)

So here's what happened...

"When the dwarfs are away the hag arrives at the dwarfs' cottage and offers Snow White the poisoned apple. And unbeknownst to her, it's the Queen in disguise. Snow White bites into the apple and falls into a coma."

"Upon discovering what had happened, the dwarfs track down the Queen; a short fight ensues and the Queen is killed. Believing her dead, the dwarfs build an open grave for Snow White to rest on. Time passes and the Prince comes across Snow White. Saddened by her apparent death, he kisses her, causing her to awaken."

What a dirty rotten scoundrel he was!

I can only imagine myself becoming promiscuous as an ultimate method of self-harm before I drink a deadly dose of Pentobarbital, so I will choose to simply end my suffering sooner. I had chances of becoming promiscuous in my life and it was really the fear of death (or rather dying alone in meaninglessness) that always kept me back.

I really hate the idea of dying alone, however. My dream is to die in someone's arms and feel safe as I pass. Before I go, I might find someone to act as my partner - kiss me, make love to me, then cuddle me or just hold my hand as I pass. I think that would be a possible scenario in Switzerland and what I would go for if I had to choose between promiscuity and death.

I ask this because I can't see myelf being promiscuous and mentally healthy, functional, and living a meaningful life at the same time.

Can you? How?