I can handle being dead, and I won’t even complain about it, but dying sounds like it sucks.
Meh. Dying in your sleep, surrounded by loved ones or doing radical stuff sounds fine to me.
Just save me from Alzheimer/Dementia. That way to go sucks in a major way. I want to die as Me, not as some husk that wears my face.
Assuming you’re lucky enough to go off in your sleep.
I’ve done it once, it wasn’t that bad
Yeah, it’s only **the story of **[insert name here] that ends. What you essentially are has never started or ended.
Instant surprise switch to nonexistence after my kids are grown up and have their own lifes would be totally fine.
Preferrably in synchronization with the life partner.
It’s not the being dead that’s the problem, it’s all the nasty stuff connected to the transition process.
Before your first taste of ice cream you had none. Now that ice cream is permabanned and you’ll never have it again why you so upset?
But you won’t be aware of the ice cream stopping. Only that it’s going to stop. But you won’t experience that stoppage. You’ll never lack for ice cream. You’ll only ever experience ice cream.
that actually happened to me irl and i’m not upset
You’ve already experienced
Have I though? I don’t think my ability to “experience” existed prior to my birth.
“Experienced” is a poor term to use when describing nonexistence. You weren’t there, there was no mind, there was no you, thusly there is no memory and even if there were, it would be of nothing.
The notion is more that because you did not exist, you had no mind, no consciousness and thusly there was simply nothing. Not you, not an experience for you to absorb.
it’s a weird concept because there is no way to really describe it that relates to anything we know. We know ONLY of existing. We can’t know of not existing because not existing precludes the ability to be cognizant of it.
It’s one of those things you just have to accept. When we die, we simply cease to exist (unless you believe in an afterlife). The closest thing that I’ve experienced to being aware of non-existence is being put under general anthesia. You are lying there with doctors and nurses peering down at you over their masks, wearing their funny little hats, they tell you to count backward, by the time you get to two and a half, you’re gone. When you do eventually come back around, you just have a big empty spot that you time traveled through. No dreams, no thoughts, no awareness, just nothing.
The only difference with death is the whole not coming back around bit. Of course, since you will not exist, you will not be concerned with that part because you will not be.
chill, isn’t this like a shit post sub
Why u think I’m not shitposting?
big words and thoughts for my stupid little brain to comprehend.
Using “thusly” in the shitposting community is a new type of irony. Not at all judging just found it a very fun coincidence lmao
can’t experience without being alive. 🧬
I don’t remember what being 6 months old was like either, but I’m told I screamed and shit myself the entire time, so maybe the experience actually wasn’t great.
I experienced getting kicked in the nuts as a kid, that did not make me less afraid of getting kicked in the nuts
Imagine if you got kicked in the nuts and then you stopped existing. You don’t exist, so it can’t hurt and you can’t worry about it what with your non-exisistent mind to not think about it.
Also, you don’t get a choice. You can worry about the sun setting, but that doesn’t stop it. Just try to enjoy the sunshine while you can and learn to be ok with the fact that night will eventually come.
The argument was “it happened before so it’s fine” which is an absurd argument, and I’m just pointing out the absurdity.
“You don’t get a choice so it’s fine” is also an absurd argument. If someone kidnapped me, bound me up, and expressed their intention to cut off my hand, then I would worry about it even if I had no choice. If you’re telling me you wouldn’t be worrying in that situation, you’re a liar or incredibly abnormal. Lack of choice plays nearly no part in the degree of worry.
What can help alleviate worry is knowledge, but here is a topic that is impossible to learn about.
We have already experienced the endless void, why do you think we are so afraid of it…
Because existence outside the void is glorious and beautiful and painful and strange; the Void is just empty nothingness, forever, and should not be cherished.
The thing that currently calls itself me wants to see the third Spiderverse movie before it ceases to exist. If the future “me” doesn’t want to see the third Spiderverse movie then “I” have died and it’s basically the same thing. Don’t leave me on a cliffhanger bro.
I like the light.
I only care about other people dying. Not afraid of my own death at all, except in how I know it will affect others. If I knew no one would care or remember that I existed, I’d skip to my death like I’m off to see the Wizard.
Being not alive is not even another state of being. There is nothing to do the “being” on either side of alivetude. It’s not like, once dead, you’re now in Phase 3 of beingosity (the first two phases being pre-alive and alive). Your energy and nutrients will serve other purposes, but we’re talking about consciousness here, and that is as fragile and malleable as a flaccid penis, and as temporary and fleeting as a decent erection.
A way I like to conceptualise it is with this thought experiment:
Everyone on Earth has the power of telepathy, except you. You try to explain what not being able to read or transmit thoughts is like, and the other people who do have telepathy are struggling to grasp it. “Is it like a dial tone? Or is it maybe the ambient silence when you’re in a room with nothing making noise, like the sound of your own bodily vibrations?” and you have to be like “no, it’s none of those things, because those things are all still imagining the presence of a sensory platform that just doesn’t exist in me. It’s not a faulty telepathy, it’s complete absence of it that doesn’t hint at its own absence, there is no telepathy hole in my brain that I can finger, it’s all solid and complete as far as my sense of self is concerned”.
Death is nothing to be afraid of. Your fears and anxieties around it are all supposing the ability to retain hindsight once the process is completed, like you’ll watch the party continue without you and that you’ll miss out on things that would make you happy. You’re simply projecting yourself forward in time, perhaps imagining yourself in some weird paralysed state, uninvolved in life, but still there. You’ll have no framework within which to experience experience. So fuckin’ relax and enjoy yourself and try to make everyone else’s ride as nice as you can. That’s literally all there is to it.
Oh, and MILF porn.
After you die, someone else will be born. It’s literally reincarnation without some kind of persistent self or magical scorecard.
I can’t go back to the ocelots, I owe them transient ether shards, and I’ll never be able to make them back on my own, I’ll just hang out in this life until the heat cools down. and by that I mean The heat death of the universe, I have no plans for after that.
When I “experienced” it the first time there was no experience, nothing to lose (that I can remember).
This time you lose everything and everyone you know. Everything.
There’s still books I need to read
