My body is decaying 🙁 literally. Breaking down and I’m too scared to commit suicide. I’m not even sure I am able to I somewhere and be a hermit anymore because of how bad my health is. I’m an idiot. I did this to myself. I miss my old life so much.
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Well the choice has already been made for you….only thing that is really up to you is “when”….if your body is breaking down at an accelerated rate then you only have so much time before you die….but if you don’t want to watch yourself decline then you know what it is that you have to do…
How is your body decaying? (in a different or worse way than most people)
Why would you translate “i’m unhealthy” to “i should be a hermit?”
How “bad” is your health?
Describe your idiocy.
What did you do to yourself?
And i think i can safely say that most of us here miss our old lives… back before we broke down and realized this whole “life” thing, really wasn’t for us.
And i think i can safely say that most of us here miss our old lives… back before we broke down and realized this whole “life†thing, really wasn’t for us.
<—-amen to that.
@mylifeisover……
What is happening?
So true. My body is breaking down at an accelerated rate. I have type two diabetes, parkinsons and I’m a 27 yr old female that’s 105 lbs. Yes, my body is breaking down quickly.
Lol, I miss my old life so much and I’m so embarrassed by what I’ve done to my body that I would like to become a hermit, but at this point I don’t even think it’s feasible bc of my health.
Our bodies are decaying the minute we’re born … at that moment of birth, the process of dying has begun. That said, things done in the past cannot be changed as we have no time machines … all we can do is modify our future actions to best account for the damages done in the past … but to look backwards at those past things only serves to take our eyes off the future – and the only direction we’re forced to go …as an analogy, try driving a vehicle while looking backwards … not exactly helpful … look forward and drive responsibly.
defensive driving dawg
The body may decay but great ideas and the history of good great deeds last forever.
Great questions cleavername. Understandable by the lay person too even without thier Wbster`s dictionary. But I digress, I truly meant it as a compliment.
@clevername, regarding my last post: I added this to a previous one that the moderaters must have feltI Iinappropriate
@clevername – “I have my own struggles, despite my apparently advanced reasoning abilities.”
Really?!, I guess the rest of us lesser reasoning ability “sheep” just follow the shepherds and the “goats” like you, hoping you will enlighten us on our poor foundering way through this miserable life?
Through your writings you seem quite the megalomaniac, why would you have thoughts of ending the functioning of such a brilliant mind? Perhaps you will donate your body to science so the world can dicover why your mind is so much more astute than average. Maybe they`ll even put it next to Einstein`s brain and try to find out where the similarities begin and end.
While your post here was to the point, as usual… WA, WA WA WA WA WA. You must have been one of Charlie Brown`s teachers.
@ mylifeisover What do you regret having done to yourself?
oh, hah, i just saw this.
Well allow me to retort.
Yes, i am more intelligent than many people (perhaps even most people), and possess clearly superior reasoning abilities.
But you don’t have to worry about what i think, because there’s more to life than being smarter than everyone. In fact, intelligence doesn’t matter much at all, if your body is ruined, or even just sub-optimal.
I have learned first hand that my admittedly brilliant mind is not worth all that much, since i still haven’t figured out how to make my mind make me financially secure, and thus, physically healthy.
I wouldn’t mind if science wanted to study my brain postmortem. I recently read an article about an “anomaly” they found in Einstein’s brain, which they suspect may have contributed significantly to his brilliance, but also to his learning disability (he struggled in school, early on, in case anyone wasn’t aware… he didn’t really have such a great life, but is highly respected today…)
I don’t think anyone should take issue with me acknowledging the few parts of myself that are actually good. I know many women, for example, would prefer i also had other good qualities which i will always lack, despite how i would prefer to appease their desires for such things.
I’m smart enough to know how good i’m not, and how good i’ll never be. Most of you are lucky you don’t have to live with such a curse. (then again, none of us actually “have to” live… which is why we’re all here, i guess…)
I can relate to clevername’s plight.
Most people simply cannot understand what it’s like to be a brilliant individual who is forced to exist whilst surrounded by mediocrity. Imagine being the sole source of light in a seemingly endless void of darkness. I feel like I’m the Sun.
Despite my Herculean strength, movie star good looks, irresistibly charming personality and down to earth humility, I know that I’ll never be able to relate to “the great unwashed”. The mundane, pedestrian denizens residing on this god forsaken planet, scrambling about chasing after trivial pursuits, whom I must share oxygen with. I am alone, doomed to persevere in a universe that’s unworthy of my presence.
It’s a fate worse than death, which only a god could possibly comprehend.
lol…
lol x2
to add…
it takes too many words to say exactly what i mean, and remove all possibility of misunderstanding. If you can’t say it in a tweet or less, “you’re whining and writing novels.” But if you condense it into a tweet, it’s far too vague, ambiguous, and imprecise; easily misinterpreted, misunderstood, and misrepresented. And then people act like you actually meant to say what they’ll twist it into, and act like you’re “wrong” or “bad” or whatever makes them feel better about themselves… even though it is actually their own misinterpretation of what i went out of my way to attempt to shorten enough to fit into their pathetically brief attention spans.
Sometimes it feels like if i can’t say it in a tweet or less, i might as well just resort to calling people stupid, and refusing to explain. But i still find myself opting for precision, trying to carefully explain, even when i know i’ll be accused of “writing way too much for anyone to bother reading.”
I have to conclude that the truth is that no one wants to read anything long enough to leave them unable to misconstrue it into something else, in order to comfort themselves, and make themselves seem superior to the other morons. But the intellectuals will think you are completely ridiculous. And many of them will perform a quick cost/benefit analysis, and decide that it’s not worth the effort to explain anything “complex” (larger than a tweet) to any such person.
You might feel like you’re the Sun (and lol), but i feel like the black hole at the center of the milky way (which is actually rather small, in comparison to other more distant celestial bodies).
Anyone can easily look into the night sky and see the stars.
It takes a very special type of person, to be able to truly appreciate them.
Some of those stars don’t even exist anymore, even though we can still see the light they produced.
^ Who would dare snicker?! Don’t you know who I am?!
Nobody will ever understand just how exceptional I am. (Except for my mom). She used to tell me how special I was as a child while we stood at the bus stop waiting for the short bus to take me to the exclusive school I attended. *sigh*
@clevername; A remote possibility exists that I was being facetious. 🙂
I read your verbose novellas occasionally, (the ones you publish in the comments section of posts), and I would allow you to be the black hole in the center of the galaxy I illuminate.
i had considered that unlikely possibility, but nearly dismissed it outright.
Surely you must be serious.
I actually just discarded another rather hefty comment. I started off saying something about how i wished i could be funny on command like some other people who shall not be named… but then i just rambled a bunch, revealed intricacies of my character, and then decided i didn’t need anyone to read any of that stuff. And it’s about to happen again if i don’t stop here.
I wouldn’t hold a mortal such as yourself to such high, celestially improbable standards.
My names’s not Shirley.
Write whatever you’d like to write. Readers can skip it or they can plow through it if they’d like. I wouldn’t worry about editing, diction, or grammar. This is the internet, you’re not being graded, although you are likely being judged. For what it’s worth, I think you’re doing fine.