I need you to think for a moment. Really imagine death, in it's entirety. I don't mean your romantic ideas of it, I mean literally, everything you know ends. Forever. You heart and breathing stop. Your cells decay. Your body rots. No more TV, Internet, Snacky Smores or driving to your friends place.
Would you rather die with people close by, either friends or strangers, or would you rather die alone?
Drop all your Gurochan ideas. Death is a fucking massive deal. It's all-powerful, something that is unimaginable to people who haven't come close.
Knowing this, I choose to die alone. I want to know I won't freak anyone out when death comes for me. Because I know I'll act weird or something stupid, I'll say something retarded or I'll flail around or something like that. There's never any dignity in it, I just want to be alone.
What about you guys?
>would you rather die alone?
In the end everyone pretty much dies alone.
And death is not such a massive deal. Well I say that, I am sure it is a massive deal for the people left that knew you.
I fear death.
It doesn't occur to me when I'm living out my life every day with other people, doing normal things...
But it's like one of those subjects that you try to avoid thinking too much about, because when you do...it scares you. At least, that's the way it is for me.
I've been through times in my life where I was so depressed, that I thought that at that time, I really wanted it to end. But at night, when I'm drifting between sleep and awake as I doze off in the pitch dark of my room, my worries and fears that I push away during the day suddenly come alive. And when I realize that I'll be dead someday, buried and rotten, that my family will be dead someday...my blood runs cold.
I don't know if I'll die alone. I don't know if I want to. All I know is that death is inevitable, and I'm scared. Because something tells me there might not be an "afterlife". This might just be it.
I really don't care. I didn't even asked to be alive in the first place. Why should I worry about it?
One of the best things in life, for me, is love, but love isn't for everyone... Really, if someone doesn't have such thing in life, why should one be scared of losing it?
Im just too used to my "non-caring" way of life to be able to change it now at this point. To speak the truth, such a caring way of life would sicken me to guts and I would probably have to start checking a psychiatrist. It's under these same reasons I have decided not to have a child. I just need three things in life for myself: Water, Food & Sleep.
It also sickens me, to even imagine that the loved ones would be suffering and those "not-so-loved" ones would be faking it. Also, I don't care whether im buried or not.
No, there isn't an afterlife. It's just a fantasy, so people like you can deal with death on an easier aproach. Really, if you were dying on the streets out of hunger, death would be your only anesthesic.
Im was just being compulsive liar. :3
I loev people, but i can't see what is so drastic about death.
Get as much love from people as you can, as if it were some kind of precious nectar. And then you just die, simply as that.
Sorry, but I don't see the sadness in it. Just make sure you enjoy as much love as you can, otherwise you will might just regret and live in fear/sadness.
I'm not worried about death. It's never been something that scares me. It's something anyone can easily take into their own hands. And I don't understand why people get so sad when someone dies. They'll be dead soon too so it doesn't matter.
Sorry for the morbidness but that's my opinion.
"the death is the door, and everyone will open it someday. "
I am not afraid of death itself, but I just wanna to do all what I want to do. before death, of course^_^
and if the death angel will come to me I don't want to be surrounded by people. just the most needed living being, at max.
>>5 Agreed with you. I think that we must live like every day is our last day and there's no tomorrow. We don't know when the death will come, so, what if we'll die tomorrow?
>>3 You know, two I was close to "the tunnel." There's no fear when you come so far. There's no sorrow. No pain. I remember it. Only coldness. Only the breath of the abyss. There's no fear of death for me, but only the fear of the End.
>>6 do you believe in soul, god or smth like this?
>I don't understand why people get so sad when someone dies.
Because we have feelings.
Unless you are a total outcast, there is always at least one person you care about.
Even emotionless people can feel sadness. They don't look sad, or they pretend not to be, but they're still crying in the inside.
>>8
Forget about those things. Just enjoy life as much as you can instead of spending your life time "fearing" death.
If you have a special someone in your life then make sure that person knows of it, otherwise you will probably live in regretness after that person dies.
>>8
I'm not a total outcast, I've just never been sad at a funeral.
What does it matter whether I die alone or not? Once I'm dead I won't be allowed too much time for introspection, being dead and all. How I died, if I was a good person, if I'm going to be remembered, if I lived to my fullest potential or not matters not at all. For I shall be dead. And don't think this is just cheek, it's the truth.
There's nothing to fear is dying, perhaps how you die might be worthy of the emotion but fear of not existing is madness. I don't need to wrap myself that comfort blanket we call religion, I do not need to believe that when someone dear to me dies their spirit will live on eternally in the grace of God. They will die and I will not see them again and I when I remember them I will think of the good things I liked about them. And at their funeral, if I liked them, I will dance and be jolly and celebrate their life and drink until I can't remember whose funeral this is anymore. I do not mourn and bury myself in fear of my own death.
Without needless aspirations, ambition or petty goals what other way is there to live? As far as I'm concerned I'm ready to die between the times when I've finished the book I'm currently reading and about to start the next one. Can't die in the middle of a storyline, that would be regrettable, if I had time to regret it.
If I could chose to die then it would be a manner watched by all the world, something huge that said 'Here lived a man and now he is dead.' That would please me, up until the point I died, of course.
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>and drink until I can't remember whose funeral this is anymore.
You don't need to drink alcohol neither, just get over this stuff and go on with your life.
The dead is dead and there is nothing to worry about them anymore, just get busy with something else instead.
>Agreed with you. I think that we must live like every day is our last day and there's no tomorrow. We don't know when the death will come, so, what if we'll die tomorrow?
It doesn't matters anon! You still don't get it do you? What's the preferred thing in life for you? Mine is feeling love and fuzzy, even if it's just fantasy. Everytime I go to sleep I fantasize about getting cuddles and giving, as well as when I wake up. :3
Don't worry, anon. Don't worry. Just enjoy this cuddly little thingie called life. :3 :3 :3
We never asked to feel that cuddly, so just enjoy it.
I am a very young male and I've had a bad roll of the dice.
When I was six I forced my four (almost five) year old sister to put my cock in her mouth. I didn't know what to do from there, so we put our PJs back on and slept. Never have we ever mentioned this incident to each other ever again. I know she remembers, she knows that I remember. It's a silent understanding but it's ruined our relationship.
The thing I remember most about this time of my life was playing Goldeneye for ten hours a day, and I don't remember my exact age. Ten, or eleven maybe. Anyways' my father divorced my mother but he still came over once in a blue moon. We'd play Goldeneye together and it'd be great. One autumn night he came over to see my mother and they were very, very happy. I left my little TV to sleep very shortly after he arrived because' I wanted to fall asleep hearing both of my parents together.
A police officer woke me up and asked me to grab anything important. I was confused, but I obviously did as told and rushed to find my Pokemon deck. I couldn't find it, and instead I left with nothing.
I had to stay at the police station for a little while with my sister before we both headed back to stay with my grandmother.
This is what I know. After I fell asleep that night my father strangled my mother. He left the corpse and went to the phone to call his mother, my grandmother. He told her that she needed to call the police and send them to my home. My father then hung up the phone and hopped in his truck. He drove out to the family camp where he shot himself, presumably in the face.
When I saw him in the coffin his face was tact, but I don't know for sure as I was obviously crying at the time. Whatever.
They tried to fix me with therapists, as if I was broken. I was disturbed, sad, and I didn't need a psychologist. It took a few years of deep thoughts but eventually I felt my mind to be straight. After an event like this, though, they don't make you go back to school for a long while. I missed too much school work, and that fucked me up worse than the death of my parents. I still don't know how to multiply or divide, and I'm going into grade twelve with grade ten classes. I'm a miserable failure when it comes to academics and it's not like I'm the brightest kid either. I know how to read and write, I know how to spell correctly but I have a really, really hard time with anything technical. I can't grasp science or mathematics.
I wasn't exactly inspired to continue trying, either. The death of my parents killed my motivation. All through grade 7/8/9 I had a great group of friends and was at least mildly liked. I've become dissociative, though, over the last year. I've left school for a while. I didn't quit, I was just forced to work by myself at home, only to hand in the papers every second week. I did that for a while but the work made me feel really, really sad. I mean fuck, who fails at the retard work they throw at you in Alternative Educations? Really? I couldn't get through even two or three of the math lessons.
Once you're out of school for a long period of time you realize who your friends are. I'm down to a single friend, a best friend.
I used to have several, two I would have risked my life for. They don't like me anymore. My one friend, _ _ _ _. Without him I'd be absolutely alone. More-so than I already am. Whatever. This is a massively queer QQ post but I'm just sick of having only six people on my fucking MSN contact list. Five of them are fake, just randoms I added from forums so that my only friend wouldn't think me to be a total loser.
I've also had another incestuous relationship. She was defenseless and young, very very young. Though I feel no guilt, I wish I hadn't done it. It's hard being attracted to children, I don't think most of society realizes that. Growing up with such a strong desire for three to ten year old girls is just difficult.
Over the last year, age _ _ _ _ _ _ _, I've started to drink and use DXM. I've never actually gotten laid, but I've had plenty of chances. I can't get off unless she's a child. Fucking sucks. Like I said, though, I'm growing up. It's getting harder and harder to utilize the escapism of video-games and I'll probably be stuck with a really degrading job. My bleak future and my sad life has obviously led to thoughts of suicide.
I planned to off myself on the evening of my 45th birthday, after a great meal.
Then, I planned to off myself on my 35th birthday, after a great meal. Probably cut my jugular while listening to a decent CD. I don't know.
Then, my 25th.
Now I'm thinking Halloween 2008, after handing out candy to the kids that come by my house. I don't know.
For the sake of gurochan.net/ I'll post my method. Across the street, into the forest, after a nice meal. A knife in my neck.
I'd love to lay back in the bathtub with a decent CD, but I have a family. I'd rather not subject them to anything further.
I am pretty new here (well new to posting, I am a long time lurker).
First of all I am an embalmer for a local funeral home and one day I hope to eventually move up to funeral director. I suppose death doesn't affect me as much as it would someone who didn't have to clean up our dearly departed. I have to agree with >>2 though that everyone does die alone in the end it is not like you can take someone with you. It is kind of a solo thing and everyone eventually does it.
But yeah I could see how someone could be afraid of it. But really how I think (and like to think)of death is you will just kind of sleep and it will be the same way it was before you were born.
>>15
You don't have to do that there is a lot to still lot out there and honestly odds are you only get one shot at life. I know your past sucks and well mine pretty much does at well but it is no reason to off yourself.
Also think of the people who are going to find you and don't be all emo and slash your wrists it makes a huge nasty mess and that would be the worst way to remember someone you liked.
>Also think of the people who are going to find you and don't be all emo and slash your wrists...
That will leave some ugly scars that you will, later on, want to remove it. You will have to suck some cocks and pay some bucks to be able to make a surgery.
Really, not a smart choice... for anyone.
Knife in neck=/=Wrists.
I'd imagine it to be really annoying, trying to cut your wrists properly. It'd be easier just stabbing as hard and fast as you can at your neck. Right? I'm in Canada, we don't have guns lying around.
Whatever, it's just a copy & paste from my personal notes, with a bit added on at the end for gurochan. I'm not an emo fag irl, that is all my personal brain thoughts.
I want to leave a crater. Sth. like this would meet my taste: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0t0ruI7KOZg
I'm very scared of death. When I was a teenager, I took the bus everyday and here and there I would get into scary situations. I've had guns pointed at me before and I've had to run to get away from people who were more then likely trying to abduct me. I actually had an incident a few weeks ago where 3 guys tried to break into my house while I was home. It's always a constant reminder that life is precious and it's scary to think that things I work for can be taken away. I try not to think about my death, but my hope is to die in my sleep without it being taken away "tragically short." I would hope someone would be there so i wouldn't feel alone, but it just depends on what life throws at me. I try to think optimistically about dying peacefully.
I suppose I shouldn't type at this hour... I ramble too much.
>>13 I've got it long ago, man. Don't worry, be happy^_^
>>15 Even if you were swallowed there are to exits. I know, that it's very hard, but se la vive.
Anyway, the past can not be forgotten. Darkness of yesterday will allways follow you, like a cloak. But it's the nature of a human, that he has a choice. And if your choice - to change your life, destiny will grant you a chance.
>>16 Believeing in reborn?^_^
I'm counting on those six minutes of DMT to set everything right. An afterlife of sorts.
People, maybe we should use at least nicknames, cuz there are a lot of anonyms and it's totally unreal to understand who's writing it.
Death can't be that bad, nobody's ever come back to complain after all.
>>25 lol
Death isn't bad for you, it's bad for the others. As such, you could go all selfish and say it's not really a big deal.
But in fact, it's even more frightening if you care about someone.
Now why are many people sad when somebody dies ? Because they feel like they won't make it on their own, because they feel sad for the one they love not getting enough time to do everything as planned.
Or just because we're humans and have feelings, really.
Like some of us said it already, if you do your best while you are still alive, you won't have much to regret when you leave this world.
>>4
No, there isn't an afterlife. It's just a fantasy
Actually, there is no proof either way on whether it exists or not. While there have been several documented cases of people being medically dead, and coming back, and while their experiences are often similar, it's impossible to say if what they say is what they truly experienced, or if their mind made it up, based on what they've been taught.
I personally haven't ever really feared death. My body has fought for life once or twice though. And I've attempted suicide twice. For me, death is a lot like life, I didn't exactly ask for it, and it's coming anyways. Either I'll know it when it comes or I won't. In the end, whether I die today, or when I'm 120, I know I've done my best with what I've had.
If there's an afterlife, then I'll head to it, if not, then I will cease to exist, and it doesn't bother me much at all.
>-----> /lit/
I'll take that as some kind of compliment.
>You don't need to drink alcohol neither
Oh, you don't have to but if it feels good...
>I'd imagine it to be really annoying, trying to cut your wrists properly
Not really. Just bend your hand back in order to bring forward the veins in your wrist, slice and soak yourself in a nice warm bath until you bleed to death. Anything less is your classic emo kid's "attempted suicide." Or you can just stab yourself in the neck where there are arteries to be severed but I imagine that's slightly more painful.
>Actually, there is no proof either way on whether it exists or not.
I'm going to have to stop you there. We're not going there, we're not doing this. There is no proof, end of this line of discussion.
Well, since it feels good, take a huge shot of heroin, then stab yourself in the neck. It won't hurt nearly as much, and you'll die feeling better than you normally do.
I wish I was religious so I do not have to fear death, but sadly I do. Either way, I would want at least my wife and (hopefully) daughter to be by my side. Hold my hand and tell me, "Don't be scared, I love you forever." Fuck I need somebody in my life, my mother won't last forever, my brother will move out with his wife. I want my girl. :(
Also, I do not want to be buried in the ground. I rather be put on Ice so my body is persevered, that way they could reactivate my brain when technology reaches that point. Perhaps even clone me, I just feel more comfortable if my body remains in tack and not rotting to the point it cannot be used.
>mind made it up
Your brain makes up an afterlife to make your passing peaceful. It checks to see what calms you down and it checks the memorizes that your religion may have taught you. Then it decides to go with that. Which explains why people have reported on seeing Buddha or Jesus.
Sadly for me, I don't know what I'll see when I die. I guess I might see God and/or Satan. But I am beginning to get interested in other religions, so... Maybe I would awake in a white room with white clothing on, which anything is possible. Where I am basically Omniscience.
White calms me down and I love the color. I had a dream about this once, then it turned out that there was a white bed and those fuzzy handcuffs. I was handcuff to the bed, and I blended in with the white. I felt so relaxed.
>their mind made it up, based on what they've been taught.
I don't think the mind makes things up. It is the chemical reactions of the brain that "makes it up".
Either way. The thing is that it really happens, and some people fully experience it. Unfortunantly, it doesn't mean it is true. Just when as you wake up from a dream, you experienced it, it actually happened - in your mind, on your brain.
>>34
Well they will see whatever their religion tells them to see. That is the point of religion in general. To take away that fear of death. If you believe in God, guess what, you will most likely see God. I hope for reincarnation to be true, in reality. :(
>Actually, there is no proof either way on whether it exists or not.
There's also no proof that invisible gnomes who shit in your coffee don't exist.
This is degenerating really fast, so let's cut it off there. We don't need a full-blown religious discussion, it's only going to create ill-will. Let's get back the the topic of dying, yes please?
>I fail to see the logic in your argument.
You fail.
>There's also no proof that invisible gnomes who shit in your coffee don't exist.
Since they are invisible, you can't see them with naked eyes, and neither you can see their lil' invisible poops.
They could exist... OR you could jump out to the conclusion that they don't exist for no apparent reason.
Look, the lack of physical evidence or the abundance of physical evidence is irrelevant in proving the existence of an object or entity. The actual proving of an entity or object is impossible, everyone necessarily makes thousands of assumptions as to the existences of X or Y.
Having no evidence of any form towards the existence of an object does not necessarily mean it exists, however, it also does not mean it necessarily does not, either. One must take a stand on whichever side is most comfortable for them, or refuse to take a side and declare it unknowable.
Likewise, the abundance of physical evidence for an object does not mean it exists, but it also certainly doesn't mean that it doesn't exist, either. Dreams and hallucinations are sensory, but are accepted to not actually exist. The same is true for the physical objects around you and the computer in front of you, except they are assumed to exist.
The entire argument of the existence of X versus the non-existence of X is meaningless, because there is no way for either side to prove or disprove anything. Therefore, one must just accept the other party's stance and move on. All stances in such arguments are arbitrary.
Now that that is out of the way, we can continue with the original discussion:
I personally cannot wait for death. It's not that I'm morbid or that I hate the world or anything, I just want to see what happens. You know, witness who was right in the end. Is there a heaven? Reincarnation? Cessation of existence? Something entirely different? It's so exciting, like an adventure! As such, I find it rather silly to be sad when someone dies, because they've just accomplished what I wish to. I feel happy for them that now they're wherever they are, laughing at the rest of us because they're the wiser.
>The lack of physical evidence or the abundance of physical evidence is irrelevant in proving the inexistance of an object or entity.
FIXED
Well, yes, that was my point. It works both ways, it's irrelevant in both the argument for and the argument against existence. If you had read on that would have been more than clear.
Burden of proof isn't on the nonbeliever.
>>40
Exactly what I was trying to say, but you are better at saying it than me.
This evening I went out for steak. I was happily munching along when I went to swallow and a ball or mushed up steak lodged in my throat.
For two whole seconds I froze, eyes wide, sweat standing out on my forehead as the enormity of what was happening sank in. Two seconds might not sound like much, but believe me, it felt like a lot longer.
I got a hold of myself, swallowed again and the ball of steak went down just fine. My heart was pounding, I was sweating and all of a sudden the room seemed much too small. I had to get out. I went outside and paced up and down the car park until the adrenaline faded.
I've never had that happen before, which is why I reacted so strongly to it. It scared me in a way I've only felt once before, when I was in bed with heart palpitations. I honestly thought for a few moments that my time was up.
Not really relevant I suppose but I had to get it off my chest.
I don't give a shit either how I die (as long as I stay unconscious, sure) or what'll happen to the body after my death. As my personality is a thin chemical process in the quite limited part of my brain, as soon as that stops, I cease to be.
>>49
I still want to have my body frozen though. Because who knows, perhaps one day humans could bring people back to life. I want to have all of my body and organs preserved in case they want to clone me or bring me back to life.
Well I hope to live to 105 years old and do the cliched dieing on my birthday,Blow my candles out and make an impossible wish before lying back,in my couch. I wish I could be buried the way
I died....You know so I don't look like some smiling jackass and more of my more peacfull nature....Thankfully I've got an extremely long life to make a mold out of and so when I die....I wanna leave a legacy of kickassness
>Thankfully I've got an extremely long life to make a mold out of
You hope.
