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What’s your version of hell?

by eternaldarkness

If there’s such a thing as hell, what would be your version of hell?
-You’re an anorexic but you’re put in a room full of food and forced to eat and eat and eat…
-You’re afraid of spiders but there’s a million spiders crawling all over you…
-You hate children but you’re put in a giant room with a ton of crying, loud, annoying, snotty babies
-Being stuck on hold with customer service forever and ever, “press 1 for…press 2 for…” looping forever until you’ve been driven insane

These are just examples. What’s your version of hell?

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Waldschläfer 3/27/2017 - 2:20 pm

LOL, there’s the customer service thing again 😀 I understand your frustration … really.

My version of hell is simply the one I’ve lived in all these years, but if I had to pick from your enumeration of choices, I’d pick the first one (anorexic) because I’m actually the opposite (my natural instinct is to overeat) and would welcome food all day long. Don’t forget to leave a proportionate amount of toilet paper in the room with the food.

Customer service ain’t that bad, till you’ve realized it’s better to give up.

eternaldarkness 3/27/2017 - 2:29 pm

lol that would be your version of hell huh? to be stuck in a room with tons and tons of food- but no bathroom and no tp…

Waldschläfer 3/27/2017 - 2:39 pm

Customer service ain’t that bad, *after* you’ve realized it’s better to give up.

Yes, no bathroom and/or no tp would suck ass.

Chip 3/27/2017 - 2:26 pm

Being locked up in prison for a crime I didn’t commit and losing all freedom, being told what to do, when to do it by people I watch come and go. 23 hour lockdown with 1 hour of “rec time” in an 8 x 8 cage with a distant view of sunlight. Ugh. Ugh ugh.

Waldschläfer 3/27/2017 - 2:38 pm

Yes ! Just … yes ! I’ve actually thought about it quite a bit, myself, esp. after hearing about cases of wrongful convictions.

(Not to mention, homosexual rape)

nutjobcantlove 3/27/2017 - 2:27 pm

I’m a lil hesitant but I still go with “You hate children but you’re put in a giant room with a ton of crying, loud, annoying, snotty babies”. I can’t, I real can’t deal with it.

Chip 3/27/2017 - 2:38 pm

Yeah. And the crying never ends, only gets louder.

nutjobcantlove 3/27/2017 - 2:51 pm

Yup, yup.. right. The scream just annoys me to the extent of pulling my hairs out one by one. I accidentally told my Mom how I feel when I’m around babies, and she claimed I am satanic. What!!! :/

a1957 3/27/2017 - 9:09 pm

Gotta go with this one too. A neighbor somewhere several houses away has a frequently screaming baby and I can’t stand even that for more that a minute before I go back inside to shut out that awful sound.

nutjobcantlove 3/28/2017 - 12:10 am

Ah I feel relived to finally see someone who feels the same way as I do ^_^

a1957 3/27/2017 - 9:11 pm

I saw the satanic reference below – geez!

a1957 3/27/2017 - 9:12 pm

*above*

Pacer 3/27/2017 - 3:08 pm

mine would probably be alone in a crowd. like when every1 is chatting and ignoring your existence. it’s worse than being alone in a room D:

LMNO 3/27/2017 - 9:06 pm

This is every time I’m in a crowd

thehusk 3/27/2017 - 4:10 pm

There are certain horror films that really get in my head. I’m mainly thinking of Japanese films like The Ring and The Grudge. They’re about malicious forces that pursue people relentlessly.

My hell would be to experience that kind of fear, in an endless array of unexpected ways. To be kept in a state of abject terror for eternity, with no relief, always knowing that I was on the brink of something horrible happening.

.fadetoblack. 3/27/2017 - 5:18 pm

My version of Hell is here, on this planet we call Earth. Every night I go to bed hoping I won’t wake up again. I struggle to go on, mainly due my disease, mental illness, which I am constantly ridiculed about daily by literally every single individual in my life. Every day Is quite literally a mental battle with myself not to commit suicide subconsiously. Will today be the day I finally let my mind take full control and gather the courage to go through with the decision I have truly wanted to make for what seems like a life time now? Not only am I a coward for wanting to die, because its selfish to even ponder suicide when I have been blessed with such a seemingly perfect life, family, and friends. But I also a coward because I am unable to complete the only goal I genuinely want to achieve, death. I am a coward through and through. This is my Hell, my existence.

“Darkness, imprisoning me, all that I see, absolute horror. I cannot live, I cannot die, trapped in myself, body my holding cell.”

mysteriousvisitor 3/27/2017 - 9:02 pm

Michael Bolton songs playing on a loop.

“At least your name isn’t Michael Bolton.”

“You know, there is nothing wrong with that name.”

“There WAS nothing wrong with it, until I was about 12 years old and that no-talent ass clown became famous and started winning Grammys.”

whiskered-fish 3/28/2017 - 1:05 pm

I think about Hell a lot, probably more than any healthy human should. And I believe that it isn’t possible to describe Hell, so I can’t really answer this question. But if we aren’t talking about Hell with a capital H, and are just talking about a personal hell, then mine would probably resemble these recurring dreams that I have.

Every one of them involves catching a bus. For some reason, the bus is usually blue, much too big, and much too fast. It always barrels down the street, not caring about who or what is in the way, turning sharply and stopping abruptly. I have to get on the bus, but I’m almost always running late. Usually I have to run for it, or from it, or out of its way. The atmosphere of the dream is always restless, cold, and uneasy, but it’s hard to explain why. Everyone around me is unfriendly and much bigger than me, sort of like the bus. But it’s even worse when there are no other people in the dream. There’s something very sinister about that kind of isolation.

Speaking of isolation, another personal hell of mine would be a world in which I speak a different language than everybody else. Sometimes I already feel like that, and it’s a depressing feeling, but it would be much worse if it were literally true. The isolation and frustration would drive me insane. It would be torture.

Ka7613 3/28/2017 - 8:40 pm

Stuck in a small space, all by myself. Like, I don’t know,,,, a coffin? What if I die and instead of “moving on” or whatever the fuck happens, I just stay attached to my body. Like I’m paralyzed or something. Nothing to do but wait in my coffin. No room to move, can’t breathe, no one to comfort me. That’d be my hell.

That’s why I want to be cremated.

eternaldarkness 3/28/2017 - 8:42 pm

Back in the day, people used to get buried alive quite often in Europe, where they didn’t realize the person was still alive/not yet dead.

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