I had really bad diarreah on the day my cousin died. Don't laugh. It's something I feel really bad about. I'm sure everyone's saying behind my back: "when people die, people they leave behind are supposed to be sad and melancholy, not **** themselves rotten like Hagrid did".

And: "there's depression, melancholy, sadness, grief.. And then there's Hagrid's diarreah". My cousin was also the guy who turned me onto I'm With You by the RHCP.

Like "Oops! I dropped Mr. Wilson's liver. Slippery little bugger!" strange or just "this doesn't affect me emotionally anymore" strange?

I think being devoid of emotion is a prerequisite at Morgues in general.

I get annoyed when random black people call out to me when I'm walking down the street cause I know there's a 99% they're about to ask me for a cigarette.


I hear a lot of atheists say that not believing in an afterlife is somehow liberating, that it makes one appreciate the life you're living here and now. I can't help but think a lot of these people are full of **** and just don't want to give theists the satisfaction of admitting that atheism doesn't necessarily give you any comfort about death.

I know I'm scared ****less. I've been an atheist all my life, and I've never believed in an afterlife, but when you're a kid that doesn't really hit home. Back in the summer of my sophomore or junior year of high school (about 14 or 15... or 16... whatever) I finally contemplated the idea of oblivion. I think that was when I truly lost whatever kind of belief I may have somehow been harboring just as some kind of cultural appendix, if that makes sense. It just left me feeling empty and terrified and I was inconsolable for about a month. Most depressed I've ever been. I don't think I've ever really recovered from it honestly.

**** death. How anyone can think about not existing, straight-up not existing, and not be terrified I have no idea. I've spent almost thirty years on this planet developing an emotional connection with the world and its operating in general. And yet when I die I'll never know how or if we ever solved the problem of interstellar travel. I'll never know how the middle east ****storms got solved. I'll never know... everything. I won't even get to remember what I did know. It'll be as if I never even existed at all. ****. That.

To be perfectly honest I can't say whether or not I'd be willing to pull some honest-to-god, amoral, Bond villain type **** to attain immortality.

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I've thought the same :eek:

I remember you posting in my death thread and mentioning a lot of what you posted. I basically feel the same as you tbh. I am petrified.

Even more insulting when nobody comments on my confession.

I'm only good at the saxophone when I'm not sober.

i may have had inappropriate relations with someone 10 years older than me an hour ago

What about your bf? Or do you have an open relationship?

bingo