Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Niederdorf?

I was recently told by a friend that watching so much House M.D had persuaded him to quit smoking due to the terrible fear he felt upon finding a perfectly innocuous lump in his throat.

I disagree.

If House has taught me anything, it's not that being healthier is a good way to improve your chances of making it through to the next morning.

No.

It's that anything can kill you at anytime in a horrifying smörgåsbord of different ways, and you never know where it's going to come from because everything in your environment is potentially lethal.

It must be like living in Australia.

So why worry?

It's only the same as everything in this world being unarguably temporary thus rendering life inherently meaningless - assuming, of course, that there is no God, which would be the one way of preventing everything being so futile, but then the world is making it increasingly difficult by the day to have faith in that prospect, isn't it?

Yeah, scary right?