I think falling prey to a madman on a mass shooting spree would be pretty badass, or some hot girl to rip my heart out like in a mortal combat fatality. Either of those would be awesome.
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I wish I could become a martyr for the progression of humanity and to further the evolution of what it means to be human. but lives are insignificant when not recognized so my death will not likely ameliorate anything.
Just dying insignificantly will further the evolution of humanity, your genes will not be passed on in our gene pool. So the fact that you dont propagate our species will insure that there will be less people like you and me, who just die worthlessly without accomplishing anything.
eh, personally I don’t think I have inferior genes that predetermine inevitable uselessness which would hinder humanity, but rather an individual sense of pointlessness that compels me to achieve nothing. some of us just end up with the bad end of the mental health stick regardless of how prone our family is to it, the absence of my genes doesn’t influence humanity, the willingness to strive for change does. but alas effort is a waste when there are no benefits because of incapability.
It’s a miracle, a million to one shot that you were born human. Just doing that is enough to further humanity. You don’t really have to prove yourself or accomplish anymore than that. And this question, How would you choose to die? is like asking a leaf how would you like to fall off the tree? It’s just gonna happen..quick, slow or gradual is irrelevant. By becoming a leaf it added to the fullness of the tree. Just being part of the tree it collected sun and turned it into nutrients for the entire tree, the falling is inherent in the process. By being born human dying is guaranteed.
Is that poetry I hear? 1 in a million chance you say? Is it like asking how a leaf will fall off a tree? Where are you getting these facts? I dont believe the cause of death is irrelevant. If you were slowly tortured to the brink of death, I think youd say the same thing. Its just a question about how you would personally want to die if you had a choice, not a question about philosophy.
And russo, i dont dispute anything you said there.
this isn’t revelant to your post, but I read your previous post, and fuck, I feel the exact same way. the lack of anyone in my life that shares compatibility in a way that provides true companionship depresses me beyond belief, I think most people want to die with meaning, for meaning or with the fact that our death is meaning. when you have no friends or relationships your life becomes objectively insignificant, there’s no one to witness your achievements or provide validation for your existence, you become nonexistent pretty much, and the fact that you don’t matter is really depressing. the isolation is crippling. all most people want in life is to share experience with another person whether physically or not, and being unable to do that just makes life hopeless, and the loneliness, fuck, the loneliness, it’s unbearable. it’s 4am and I can’t think straight but I just wanted to say.
Who said they were facts? It’s my humble opinion. I never said ‘facts’. But the FACT is when you’re dead, your dead. Does it matter how you got to dead? When you’re born, you’re born whether it’s a miracle or just a fluke the FACT is when you’re born you’re guaranteed death. Dem’s da facts, Jack.
To answer your question; If I had a choice I’d go quickly in my sleep before I had a chance to hit a nursing home or suffer dementia and decrepit old age. Maybe in about a year!! LOL
Russo – You say the “fact” that you don’t matter is depressing. That “fact” is stuck inside you’re own tiny pea brain. Nobody else believes that fact. Try standing on a bridge about to jump and watch people try to talk you down. Take a hand full of pills and see how they rush you to the ER. Post a suicide message here and watch people scurry to reply and comment that you’re worthwhile. You don’t believe, but everyone else thinks the opposite.
my brain isn’t a tiny pea, it’s shaped more like a woman riding a bald eagle if I do say so myself.
you confuse facts with opinions, the latter of which are completely subjective. people are prone to convincing themselves they know what’s best for others and that their interpretation of someone or something is what it is objectively, which are opinions, not facts. collective agreement doesn’t make anything true as well. in the end a persons perspective of something is only true to them individually, there is no definitive true or not when it comes to perception.
So much off topic >->
I’d shoot myself. Thats all.
There’s nothing glorious about death or anything…even generic “beyond the line of duty” people that jump on hand grenades to save their squad…I’d be one to watch my entire squad die and say to myself “I’m worth more than my entire squad, or if I’m not, I’d better damn well make up for it”…thats probably what makes the best soldiers anyways, the people who have all their friends die right in front of them….
What’s all this criticism for being off topic. Who the fuck cares. Nobody sticks to the topic from what I’ve seen. People touch on topic briefly then their off into their own little rant. BFD. So…fuck you and the horse you rode in on!!
“What’s all this criticism for being off topic.”
The criticism given was a statement shorter than your very criticism of my criticism >->
All of your silly talk about ‘miracles’ from the first written sentence you post, in a website dedicated to suicide and the victims of thoughts relating to it.
So fuck you, and the horse you continue to ride on, but I have better things to do then continue to tell people how irrelevant their argument is, since the same ideas can be applied directly back at them, so I’ll be taking my leave *tips imaginary fedora*
I’ve always wondered about the origins of the expression “F*ck you and the horse you rode in on”.
What did the horse do, except carry the rider?
Should the horse be penalized for transporting someone who offended the individual hurling this insult?
Is this an invitation to bestiality? Will the horse be doing the f*cking or will he be getting f*ucked?
Why is the horse even involved in these shenanigans? Did anyone ask the horse if he wanted to participate?
I think it’s an old Christian reference to Balaam and his rude donkey. You know, the one he was beating with his stick.
That makes sense.
I guess “F*ck you and the donkey you rode in on” doesn’t hit quite as hard.
I actually researched the origin of this expression and didn’t find anything credible.
tragic car accident or something…
Helium. In a wild camp.
1. Do everything on my bucket list
2. Jump off Grand Canyon while drunk
Option A: Turns out the Doctor isn’t merely fiction, and somehow I end up as his companion. He being the Doctor, I end up falling into a crack through all of time and space and never actually have existed at all. I do not come back as a Roman Centurion.
Option B: The Trickster/Gabriel snaps me into a funky reality. Something goes wrong. The Winchester brothers end up salting and burning my bones.
Option C (the serious one): Alone, drifting to forever sleep from a ton of benzos, my two cats on either side of me doing the same. We go home together.
Thats how all Supernatural fans imagine dying…
I can’t believe no one has said, “Peacefully in my sleep”
Love the profile pic.
Is there a chance the track may bend?
Not on your life, my Hindu friend.
What about us brain-dead slobs?
You’ll be given cushy jobs.
Were you sent here by the devil?
No, good sir, I’m on the level.
The ring came off my pudding can.
Take my pen knife my good man.
An unexpected gopher-trimming accident, if I had to choose.
Eating a bowel of jello.
Red-
Fall into the grand canyon.
skeleton took mine.
eating a bagel.
To answer this qiestion seriously, it’s long been my wish that I could simply disappear–not without pain, because I really don’t care how much pain I personally suffer–so that it would be as if I had never existed. Since I can’t swing that, I’m going to do my utmost to make my body disappear. To the west of where I live is ocean, to the east desert, and either of those would be good places to lose a corpse. Jumping would work for the ocean, or going out in one of the ferries and throwing myself overboard, and I could kill myself any number of ways in the desert and trust the animals to take care of the rest. With any luck, my only legacy to the world would be some sun-bleached or waterlogged bones and everone would forget all about me in days or weeks. I really just don’t want to cause anyone any extra trouble in my death, since I already cannot justify the trouble I have given by going on living.