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Ironbird13 wrote:and if anything else goes wrong i'll just get my stage 2 cyborg upgrade

I remember the pictures... IRONBIRD 13.2...

sonidero wrote:

Ironbird13 wrote:and if anything else goes wrong i'll just get my stage 2 cyborg upgrade

I remember the pictures... IRONBIRD 13.2...

Oh, man! Some of the best pics on the board. I.B., you're a baaaaaad man

i used to not care
one way or the other
but the closer i got
and also seein my friends mothers
at their sons suicide wakes
i got scared of makin my mother cry ever again
ive kept her out of my nonsense for almost 20 yrs
and the thought of her dealin with me
dyin from od or suicide or somethin dumb like that
freaks me the fuck out
so yeah,im scared
ialso never been to calfornia
so if the reaper is an ILFer
"gimme couple years dude,then im all yours"
actually if death is on ILF
he probably ignores my posts by now too
....not the ennnd,not the ennnd,just remember.....

blooghost wrote:my, but you've softened...

I'd just spent 3 hours surrounded by kittens and the sun was shining ... ask me again

All this afterlife crap is a pile of horseshit for frightened children.
You ever notice how people who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon are the ones that most want eternal life in magic North Korea?

Waterpilot wrote:I've always wondered about, "I'm an atheist. I'm not afraid of dying." Shouldn't atheists be more afraid of dying? Those that believe in an after life should have less fear then those that believe in rotting in the earth. I mean, 72 virgins, white fluffy clouds, seeing all of your relatives, and all that would seem fantastic vs those that think nothing happens.

Nah. No heaven, no hell, no judgement day, nothing to worry about. It'll be exactly like before you were born.

It's the transition that might not be much fun.

If people really believed they had a magic ticket to disneyland everlasting (yikes!) why cry at funerals? why wear a seatbelt?

Oh Dev, you fucking atheists REALLY suck the fun out of dying, don't you But I agree, fuck a church...Sundays are for sleeping in, strong coffee, bong rips, and hot dogs. Anywho, glad the REAL you is back from Fluffy Kat Mountain

devnulljp wrote:If people really believed they had a magic ticket to disneyland everlasting (yikes!) why cry at funerals? why wear a seatbelt?

people cry at funerals because they miss the person that's dead. whether you think your Mom's going to meet you in Heaven or not, she's not here with you any more and can't hold your hand when you're sad. and people wear seatbelts to avoid injury, and because they're legally compulsory.

blooghost wrote:Oh Dev, you fucking atheists REALLY suck the fun out of dying, don't you

Puts all the fun in living though

haha, nice
OT, but I hate seatbelts...

me, too.

actually, being afraid of death has probably worked to my advantage, considering the amount of suicidal ideation i've had over the course of my lifetime.

Being an atheist I used to be terrified of death, and a couple of years ago I was able to mentally grasp how much time I had left. This scared the shit out of me. But I've gone completely the other way on the issue. Now I can't imagine wanting to live forever in any way shape or form. I would either get terrifyingly bored, lonely, or I would beg for death after seeing the end of the great cooling down (no religion is going to get around that shit).

I don't want to die right away. There's a lot I want I do before I go, but one lifetime is enough for me.

The spontaneous reaction is always no.

I don't believe in any sort of afterlife and since I won't be conscient after my death there is nothing to be afraid about. Sure, being eaten and shat out by maggots to be eaten by grass plants and the like is not a thought that makes me scream with joy, but so what. I won't be there.

Problem is the dying.
Being hospitalized, being in pain, the last moment when you feel that ten ton truck crush the bones of both of us. I once dreamt I fell off a house, which is not unusual. But I dreamt the crash too and felt my ribcage being reduced to shards etc. That was a horrifying dream. It is a very long time ago, at least twenty years, but I still remember it very vividly.
Same with suicide. While the catholic thought actually crossed my mind more than once as well, it is the dying that I am afraid of. If I were ever to take it seriously I'd try to OD on sleeping pills. But even then it would probably freak me out to fall asleep knowing I will not wake up as usual.

All of this said I do feel the existential, kreatürlichen horror of being dead and I do flee into fantasies of afterlife and getting to meet my grandfathers and getting to do the beast with two backs with that friend of mine that killed herself. Haha, or, you know getting to do some shit and say some shit to people that you can't do any more. Or, haunt the earth and see what my daughter will do with the rest of her life when I'm gone. Watching all of this go on without being involved any more. (I hope they have popcorn in that version of the afterlife.) Or, awaken to a fuller state of consciousness and finally see my life as a whole, remembering everything all at once and finally seeing if there is a reason to it, if there is a point to my story, or at least knowing for sure that there isn't, and being awakened enough to accept it.

All of these are flights, I know but I do enjoy them like a beer. Doesn't make me sing anyone's hymns just as the beer doesn't make me an alcoholic.

I like to sleep for days at a time, it's like a trial run for being dead

Greenfuz wrote:I like to sleep for days at a time, it's like a trial run for being dead

Not at all.
It's not if you can rely on waking up. Even years of sleep would not be like death at all. Like time travel, OK, but not like death. The TERMINAL about it is what makes death death.

blooghost wrote:When I was a kid, I had a book called Scary Stories To Tell in the Dark. And in it was a little song called "Don't You Laugh as the Hearse Goes By". And it went something like this:
Don't you laugh as the hearse goes by
For you may be the next to die
...
The Worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
the worms play pinochle on your snout
they eat your eyes, they eat your nose
they eat the jelly between your toes
....
So don't you laugh as the hearse goes by
for you may be the next to die

This freaked me out when I was little because I didn't know what a hearse was, and I was afraid that i could be incidentally laughing when one went by, and I wouldn't know, and then I would die.

I dont want to die in fact i would like to live for a few hundred years but im not afraid when it happens it happens and there prob. isn't a lot I can do about it.As far as an after life, reincarnation ect. or nothing, I don't know no one KNOWS so I dont see a purpose in obsessing over it. I am alive now so im going to spend my time living.