Afterlife/death

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Really?I read the bible, I found it laughable. superstition and fairy tales. the romans and greeks were so backwards, look at the crap they belived in ! eh... look at the shit people belive in now. a big god, vengful and powerful, all knowing all seeing, judge of your eternal soul, knows your thoughts and motives, planned out all your life, knows whats going to happen but you have free choice! he just knows what those choices are going to be. God is a crutch, for those not able to deal with facing fears and living on thier own, a promise of eternal salvation to keep the masses under control.Of all the bullshit I find teh christians system to be laughable at best, but for absolute absurdety, I like to think of the scientologist ! absurd doesnt even begin to describ those wack bastards ! if we are going to speak on ridiculous shit, lets not forget the tom cruise clones.all gods are absurd, all of the superstition bullshit is insane.One day Ill die, teh world will move on, with in 3 generations Ill be forgotten, my ashes will of been long gone and forgotten about, everything Idid and said will be left unknown, and Ill wink out of existance.I dont belive in ghosts, witches, werewolves, vampires, mummys or any of the other bullshit.reincarnation is out for me as well.Life is short, you think 80 years is a long time but its not, one day I was playing in teh backyard listening to sttelersr wheel and kiss and CCR , I had a am transistor radio that sounded like shit, it was the bicentenial of the country, I wore cutt off fucking plaid pants and a tank top that said 1976 in big stupid hippie write, I had long hair and a bandana on my head, I was a child and I had a great time aside from those fucking clothes I was dressed in.Now im 36, 26 fucking years old, I have children of my own, the memoreys of my childhood are still fresh, sometimes i wake up thinking about summer vacation and playing with my friends only to realize thats its 2007, Im half way to deaths door, and thas if there is no car wreck or a rock or ice climbing accident or I dont get eaten by a fucking bear in the woods. I have kids of my own, one thats going to be 17 in september, aanother thats taller than me, and teh same weight, and is 14, another that turned four a few days ago, I have bills to pay, Im responsible for other peoples lives, and Im half way dead.Life is short, those 31 years from 1976 till now went by in a fucking wink of an eye. over ifnished gone done out. I used to think that a shcool year was soooo long, all I wanted was it over. I never realized how good and how easy I had it. Now the injuries I got in school torment me daily, I wear a knee brack for most activities because I tore mine out my freshman year, I tore my shoulder out a few uyears ago and did 6 months of physical therapy, once I fell 2 stories, hit a hand rail and fell back, broke my leg above teh ankle and the top of my foot, had a piece of rebar go through my thigh and hung from that for 10 minutes or so before I managed to pull myself off, fell another couple of feet to teh bricks and pulled myself over to a page phone to cal for help. Iv been in so many fights, more than youv ever seen in all the movies you watched, had teeth broken out, 2 skull fractures, a broken jaw, 11 broken ribs, all my fingers have been broken several times, not a single one of them is straight. I used to heal and go on, Id go get in a fight and the next day I was feeling good and ready for another one. life sucks, I now hurt for 2 weeks after fight, win or loose. the broken bones never really went away, they healed, but they still hurt me daily, mostly in teh morningand in winter. the knee and shoulder ache all teh time, the knee is always swollen. life is the shits, get a fucking helmet.stop wasting life worring about death.nothing will stop it or delay it, its coming. It will find you and it will take you, no matter what you do its on its way to snuff out your flame.Why be frantic and worry about it? fuck death, Im not afraid of it, I dont welcome it but Im sure as hell not afraid.My beliefs are that its over, an oblivion of silence and no feeling or knowing, once its over its over.If Im wrong I guess Im fucked and in deep shit. but if Im right, its just an end to all that I go through here, and life is to short goes by too fuckign fast, to dwell on teh unknown and unknowable. live life for what its worth and dont worrie about stupid shit you cant stop. if you spend all your time worring about it its a wasted life. when its over youll be forgotten anyways, so worry about making it as good as you can for you and yours while your here to do something about it, fuck what comes after.

Chance, I like the way you think. Oblivion sounds kinda nice, don't it.Not really about after life but... I have no kids and if I never do I kinda like that idea that the millions of years of evolution that it has taken to produce me, ends with me. I don't want any casket or any marker I just want to be dumped in hole in the prairie, so I can be forgotten about as quick as possible. I never did get monuments to the dead.

I plan to be cremated, my ashes distributed in places I liked, all sorts of lakes and rivers I have spent many nights at over my life, the top of peaks I climbed, mt hood, denali,rainere,deseret,gilbert.
I havent done denali yet, but I will or end up dead on that hill frozen in ice for the rest of earths time.
just the ashes left here and there, because its sorta a nice thought, but doesnt really matter.
I dont wnat my family ot pay for a casket and funeral, and all teh other bullshit. the cremation is cheaper, and I dont need an urn, a bottle of good vodka will do jsut fine.
no viewing no funeral, no bullshit.
I keep a list of songs that mean somethign to me, that may even mean somethign to someone that knewme. a year after my death anyone that would like to can get together and tear shit up, drunk and stoned, and happy. remember me, have a fucking party. play the music on the list I left and then move on. No tears over my carcass.
my organs are to be donated to who ever it can help. Iv pretty much destroyed teh lungs and liver. My eyes are good, heart is fine, betetr infact than it should be with a resting heart rate of 52 and blood pressure of a healthy teen.
burn the rest, toss it out in places I loved if it makes ya feel better, I wont be around to know the difference. I jsut dont want teh debt to be piled on my survivors, and I dontw ant a marker for them to return to to place flowers on and cry.
Id rather be forgotten then to make someone I loved feel like shit.

I just think when you talk about these things you sound like death himselfWell, those are my views on death. And what I find weird is you saying this in the next post:> nothing will stop it or delay it, its coming. It will find you and it will take you, no matter what you do its on its way to snuff out your flame.Makes you sound just like me right there. Just saying.

I just like the idea of being forgotten and my body being with the ground and doing what dead bodies are supposed to do, rot away.

you and I are nto the only ones who feel that way.there may be a thosuand other things that make you and I different from each other but every single human can relate to every other on teh planet through some small way.Im 36, I had those ideas since I was small, a child in church listenign to them talk and feeling bad and embarrased for anyone that belived the shit they were spouting.I now have not attended church outside of a funeral for 31 years. I was made to go when iw as a kid and told that it was my choice if I ever wanted to go again.I spent my sudnays riding my bike waiving at my friends who were being drug off to church with parents holding thier hands wishing they were me.most peopel follow blindly the tradions of thier family and what they were taught about god and death.Im proud to knwo I think for myself. Your problem is that you simply havent realized yet that your doing your own thinking and that makes you a better person. the sheep are those that followand never question what they are told, follow along blindly. The difference between us and them is that we do what we want, they do as they are told.the good news is that the world needs sheep, us wolves have to eat.

I do have a list of shit that is to buried with me. Mostly old ndn shit like my blanket, my fan and a bunch of my grandpas shit and my great, great, great grandpas shit that museums have been after me to sale. I just want it buried with me so you all don't get it and it don't end up in a museum. Maybe it would just be better to have my wife burn it all after I die. She already told me she would, she knows I don't ever want it hanging on some lawyers office wall somewhere.I don't even know who the fuck I'm talkin' to. I'm just rambling on and on.

I ramble on alot myself these days, sometimes to myself while driving or while working. Julie is always asking me what I said when Id idnt realize I said anythign out loud.I can understand not wanting personal shit on display for the public to view and steal and hold and fuck up.Its your shit do what ya like. I have some shit myself that wont be going anywhere. mostly pictures, a bayonette from world war 2, a zipo lighter that was never filled or used that was given to my grandpa by thiokol soem years back as an award, stupid shit that most people wouldnt care about.My family knowsthat shit stays int eh family, idont care who takesit, it jsut doesnt get discarded. anythign of mine that noone wants can go in teh shitter. Im only sentimental about shit from other people that meant somethign to them, any of my own shit is just junk.

\> Your problem is that you simply havent realized yet that your doing your own thinking and that makes you a better person
What makes you think that's my problem? I've been doing my own thinking my entire life. when I say my entire life, I mean my whole life, so I'd say I know quite well that I'm doing my own thinkin.g.

Id say its a problem because your alwasy donw on yourself, your alwasy comparing yourself to others and thinking they are doing something thta makes them ahppy and your missing out.
its evident in your posts, from insearch till still seraching.
youhave failed to be comfortable with who you are and to live a life that makes you feel atleast content.
Thats why I said its your problem, you still havent figured out that you dont have to be like everyone else and ayou can still be happy.
Or really, Im pretty fucking trashed right now, I maybe thinking of someone else, if Im wrong well get back to this when Im sober. Right now Im more worried about hotpants responding to vagitarians.

so when did my post on afterlife and death become a life conversation between two people who;s views are different than millions of people around the world?

Quote:your alwasy comparing yourself to others and thinking they are doing something thta makes them ahppy and your missing out.its evident in your posts, from insearch till still seraching.youhave failed to be comfortable with who you are and to live a life that makes you feel atleast content.Thats why I said its your problem, you still havent figured out that you dont have to be like everyone else and ayou can still be happy.Wrong on pretty much all accounts. I don't compare myself to other people... can't even remember the last time I did that, or WHY I would even do that. It is true I try to figure people out, but I don't compare myself to anyone.I'm perfectly happy with what I have now. Especially happier than two weeks ago.> Im pretty fucking trashed right nowAt 4:40 in the afternoon? Lucky you. Of course, I could get trashed right now if I awnted too, but I don't.> I maybe thinking of someone elseDefinetely someone else.

> who;s views are different than millions of people around the world?

Millions of people also share the same views as us. Your point?

Since there different should they not be expressed?

actually wher I live its quarter to 3 in the afternoon.lucky me isright.and my belifes were based on the shitId seen over the time youd been here under the other name till a couple of weeks ago as I havent really been on much the last few weeks.its nto actually luck, its determination, and ownign and running my own business tha tallows me to be thouraly baked at this time of day.I dont ahve any work scheduled till about 5, Im waiting on UPS to deliver soem shit I knwo went out this morning according to the tracking number and so with time to kill and no real goals for the day aside from recovering from a great weekend I decided to get baked. I can do that, I have no one to report to.

um I never said that bud

he answered you and I in teh same post, the first half from you and hte second half from me. I was confused as well, I knew the bottom was mine but the top half ? I couldnt remeber typing or even thinking that i had to go reread my shit to realize I hadnt said it, but Id id find it just above mine on the bottom of yours.

oooh lol ok thanks

and my belifes were based on the shitId seen over the time youd been here under the other name till a couple of weeks agoEither way, I don't compare myself to other people and see how shitty I have it and therefore become depressed. That's not me, so you must be thinking of someone else, or you've smoked some good shit.> its nto actually luck, its determination, and ownign and running my own business tha tallows me to be thouraly baked at this time of day.Oh, I thought you were drunk. Around here, when epople say they are trashed, it means drunk. I see that you're just high (which people aruond here say baked/stoned/fucked up/ripped/blazed/gone/etc.), and I'm not surprised to see you be high in the afternoon. I can get high any time of day.And you don't have to own a business to get high every now and then. I have a pretty low-paying job and I still manage to get high most days. In fact, I got some bomb-ass headies leftover from last night, can't wait to smoke that later. That shit had me on my ASS not wanting to do anything, crazy.> I decided to get baked. I can do that, I have no one to report toAgain, you don't need to be a business owner to do that. I get high whenever I want to, wherever I want to (yes, even during work on my breaks). I don't really report to anyone either since I'm basically Assistant Manager at my job and my managers either a) don't care or b) don't know when I'm high (which is pretty unbelievable, but I really think they don't know somehow)> um I never said that bud Wow, my bad. For some reason I thought your whole post was made by grvty, never mind.Well, I just read that grvty already explained it, but oh well.

There are worst things than dying.At least when YOU die you wont know about it, if you get badly hurt or ill, it would be better to die than to feel pain for the rest of your life.Id rather be dead than see friends and family die.Life isnt really that great, its rather boring in the most part. Live, work, reproduce, work some more, get old then die.You think of the animals you eat every day it just part of life, i dont like it but it doesent bother me that much, when im 80 it may do moreso though ;o