- 2019-08-16 at 3:41 AM#907391+7
I started imagining how it would feel to be surrounded by grieving relatives at the moment of passing and thought it would be awful.
I guess it is an incredibly frightening moment for most people (maybe for me as well but I like to think I’ll be at peace in my last moments) so having people around would be comforting but I thought: You’re about to die. This is a very personal event. You only get to experience this once. It’s happening to YOU, not to the people surrounding you yet some are making it about them. Some of them would make a scene, would yell, cry, what have you. You’re just trying to find tranquility and drift away but you have people (someone you probably don’t love that much) touching you or talking about heaven and crap (it’s annoying to an irreligious person lol).
I mean…. F.UCK OFF ! I’m trying to die here, damn it !
Like Freud said, you can imagine yourself dying only to find out that you survive yourself. So, I don’t know what it will feel like at that moment if I’m granted this opportunity. Who knows ? Maybe my last moment will be the sight of a semi-truck’s front bumper and then ZAP.2019-08-16 at 5:15 AM#907395+4
What are the odds?
I don’t really want to get any deeper in this. But death after seeing so much of it, I can use a little break from it.
What I can tell you? That semi truck is the better option. Imagine your breath being slowly taken from you. Bit by bit. Not being able to breath. You can simulate this by getting a straw. GO running, and start breathing through it. Your body is fighting to stay alive and get more air.
Sooner or later, you will throw out that straw in your mouth. It’s like that. But that straw is stuck in your mouth, and you can’t spit it out.
That’s the best way I can describe it.
You are all alone. If you have been falsely accused of RAPE, DV, PLEASE let all men know about the people who did this. http://register-her.net/web/guest/home2019-08-16 at 6:11 AM#907396+6
In the old days, if you died alone you would be unburied. The fear was that nobody would perform (pay) the funeral rituals.
Today that has no meaning you would not be unburied, even if you want to. Father state provides…
Greetings, programs!2019-08-16 at 7:25 AM#907399+5
Id only want to be with or near folks if we were all going together, like an asteroids coming! Even then, I think 5ft distance is close enough, afterall Id be pretty drunk. I think we all want to go out on our own terms2019-08-16 at 8:57 AM#907406+5
I had a friend of mine who once told me the plight of native Americans.
He told me that the village elders; when their time has come, just wander off into the wilderness to die.
Current funeral traditions follow the Ancient Greek method. The body was prepared, then buried, then family & friends greived and had a meal.
The one who died went on to the “afterlife.”
Marry again, Hell NO ! ( Even JESUS was hung on a cross just once)2019-08-16 at 10:27 AM#907416+5
I had a friend of mine who once told me the plight of native Americans. He told me that the village elders; when their time has come, just wander off into the wilderness to die.
I think this is the best way to go.
Taking the time to experience the end. Like the mammals that we are. In nature. Giving our bodies back to the earth, instead of sealing it off in a box or burning it just to heat up the basement of some funeral home.2019-08-16 at 2:16 PM#907442+7
It’s happening to YOU, not to the people surrounding you yet some are making it about them.
True – much of it is in fact narcissism. You often see this where a child has died and the mother just can’t wait to get the fakeup on and parade her ‘grief’ in the glossies.2019-08-16 at 2:21 PM#907443+5
That semi truck is the better option.
I’ve always favoured the Major Kong exit myself.2019-08-16 at 2:41 PM#907449+7
Unless it happens in an instant (truck bumper vs motorcycle) I’ve accepted that somebody will be there wailing loudest. The manner and specifics of my death will never matter more than the decades of life that preceeded it. When I go, I’m gone. To hell with the particulars. I LIVED.
I failed to realize in my youth that I was the prize. I was going to work. I was going to earn. Little did I realize that due to feminism, that no longer meant I had to share. Road soon, Desert after.2019-08-16 at 9:16 PM#907476+5
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Take a look to the sky just before you die it is the last time you will!
Your 20's are for learning, your 30's are for earning.2019-08-16 at 10:37 PM#907481+4
I just never understood the fear of dying alone. You’re dying! What difference does it make whether or not there’s anyone else around???2019-08-17 at 2:25 PM#907518+5
If we are born then we must die, what matters is that we enjoy this temporary life by going our own way and doing what we love the most till our last breath, everything else is secondary.2019-08-17 at 5:02 PM#907526+3
Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
skip to 3:00 … For whom the bell tolls!2019-08-17 at 6:35 PM#907536+3
For whom the bell tolls!
This goes to show how our psychology is still stuck in the past…
The bells would sound in the church tower to warn the village that one of them had died. Everybody would know everybody. Everybody would pray, in their own way, because they would share the same faith.
That time is gone. There are no tower bells sounding for service, wedding or funeral. Probably there would be complaints about the noise. The Islamic call for prayers would be OK, tho. Because those guys are still firm believers and take s~~~ for nobody.
Diversity is a strength… It is also a good way for everyone to feel that they dont belong anywhere, thus caring for nothing…
People are now shallow, and have made materialism their God. Nobody knows nobody, we are all anonymous, or might as well be considering the superficial nature of all relationships.
For whom the bell tolls?
For this civilization. It has died. It is a putrid corpse waiting for the funeral pyre.
And just like the dead body still has living cells, people didn’t realize what happened, and still operate like society was in the past. They still have some sense of honor, some goodness and sense of justice, some values and rectitude. They get burned and learn to raise walls around themselves, because everything is becoming toxic.
But nobody is immune to the poison. We have all inhaled it and it flows on our blood (or more correctly, in our mind). That is what I realized of late, that I am a product of our times. My faults are not my own, but the result of bad ideas conveyed as “progress”.
And how proud I was! How I believed myself to be better than my father! I used to say that I learned from him what not to do.
Curious that my father would think something similar about his father… That he was a fool with a misguided sense of honor, that let himself be conned by the unscrupulous people of my father’s generation.
And my grandfather had issues with his father, that he believed to be to harsh…
Several generations loosing contact with reality, becoming the product of their times. And wasting the accumulated wisdom of thousands of years.
I fear not death. I have lived more in these last years than the rest of my life. I will not cling to this world until I am reduced to a vegetable in a bed like my grandfather, or a drooling zombie like my father.
Greetings, programs!2019-08-18 at 3:18 PM#907596+4
I am prepared to die alone. I have resources available for the very end. I’m happy2019-08-18 at 5:58 PM#907601+2
Great post, Clu.
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