How would one make him/herself terminal? I would like to do something then have like a couple weeks or a month to live so I could just sit around, eat tons of food, and watch movies for a month and then die. Make my last days awesome. Maybe get some sympathy fuckin’.
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Just do this anyway, lie to the women, then shoot or hang yourself. Most, maybe all, terminal illnesses hurt. And none have guaranteed time frames. The only induceable one I can think of is liver failure and that gives you less than a week. An excruciatingly painful “less than a week.”
Also read http://suicideproject.org/2013/11/death-from-cancerwould-any-one-prefer-that-way-out-of-here/
Some people on here are probably gearing up now to call you an idiot. Fair warning.
I already tried ODing on Tylenol a few weeks ago…I took 15 grams in 24 hours. Was that not enough?
Now really? Get some sympathy fucks? Perhaps think about the person you are deceiving. Perhaps they have depressed times too and you might make them worse.
BTW, if you have a truly terminal disease, you won’t have the energy to fuck.
No, I want to be terminal. But I’m thinking I could enjoy the preset amount of time I have left once I become terminal, enjoy it to the fullest. Living life.
I actually want to die, is what I’m saying.
Nope. Hate to point out obvious but if it was enough you wouldnt be here.
“Perhaps think about the person you are deceiving.”
BLASPHEMY!
“BTW, if you have a truly terminal disease, you won’t have the energy to fuck.”
Blasphemy again! (though in the later stages of whatever, when you’re almost dead, this is almost certainly very true)
Does anyone ever actually die from tylenol?
Wasn’t there a semi-recent film made, about a guy whose friend convinces him to pretend to have cancer in order to get laid, “because girls love that shit?”
Isn’t this really just a blatant troll post?
Do you even know what “terminal” means? Google it. Seriously. Type “define terminal” into the search field, and read what it says.
It’s not a troll post. You certainly can die from Tylenol.
A lethal tylenol overdose is possible. But most of the anecdotal accounts I have read reveal it to be much harder that its made out to be. Also, as I said before, organ failure is reported to ne quite the miserable time.
Hey, Clevername, do you know what Blasphemy means? It means defiling that which is sacred. Interesting that you find fucking someone for no reason except selfish fulfillment is sacred. If so, find a partner who agrees with you. Otherwise, you are nothing but a jerk.
“Some people on here are probably gearing up now to call you an idiot. Fair warning.” -fortunear
An idiot? No, what would make you sa–….yup, he’s an idiot. Huuuuuuge idiot. Ain’t gunna lie.
TYLENOL OVERDOSE??? TO KILL YOURSELF? Ok, this is not unheard of, but in the context of sympathy fucking this is a complete troll post.
AND MAKING YOURSELF TERMINALLY ILL, LOOOOL. Actually just wanting to be terminally ill is funny enough. From the fact that, out of all the painful suicide methods, you tried to od on TYLENOL, it doesn’t seem like you’re a masochist or a big fan of pain. So yeah, being envious of people with chronic pain really isn’t very logical.
I love this alostreadytoleave guy. Suicidal people need good laughs too. More troll posts please!
Ok, on a serious, calmer level, I think it’s very wrong to just want to make yourself terminally ill. It betrays an underlying projection of what society believes terminally ill people are. “oh, terminally ill people just sit on their asses and eat”, or “oh, terminally ill people have it so good with unlimited pain meds” and shit like that are common phrases in society that represent huge misconceptions and inaccurately represent the feelings of those who are terminally ill.
I am not terminally ill, nor do I have any diseases, but I have had a close friend who passed away from an illness. I hung out with him quite a bit in my childhood, and from him I learned, tacitly, that healthy people can never hope to understand what it’s like, having something constantly eating away at your body, feeling it slowly devouring you, with nothing you can do about it. Endless surgeries, each one as useless as the next, and no way to change anything. No possibility of suicide, because the body is too weak to even find a way to kill oneself. No way to change one’s own destiny. That is terminal illness. And that is not something any of us, myself included, can understand on a feeling level.
So these posts make me kind of angry. People portray terminally ill people as having a certain life, or being a certain way. They have no idea. Such posts as these make a mockery of the suffering that the terminally ill feel.
People who have never been suicidal can’t understand suicidal people. You all know this to be true.
In the same way, people that have never suffered a long term physical disease cannot understand the terminally ill. We should all understand and respect this fact, and instead of pretending to know how the terminally ill feel, we should be there to support them in whatever feelings they have.
Have you thought about taking up smoking? People usually give you a wide berth when lighting one up in a public place because just one whiff of tobacco smoke might result in fatal lung cancer. I could complain about the fresh air but I don’t because I’m considerate.
@vedura:
I suppose the sarcasm didn’t translate.
It was a stab at the fact that large portions of society seem to think that sex isn’t sacred, and how so many people commonly disregard each other, and even openly deceive, as if it were all just some sort of game, played for high scores; far too many people will say or do whatever it takes to get what they want, and won’t hesitate to lie in the face of the one who must be exploited, or even construct damaging scenarios, to enable the seeker’s gains.
Some people seem to think that the deception of others in order to facilitate their own gains, is actually the part that is sacred. “Sociopathy is the new black.”
I sometimes get tired of being super-serious. I went with super-cynical this time. I’ve been on the receiving end of such practices, and have observed it countless times in others, and i find it disgusting and worthy of blatant cynicism.
The second “blasphemy!” was a different kind of sarcasm, but i think it was adequately clarified.
I don’t know how anyone could make themselves terminally ill. I am “terminally ill” with my genetic disease the trouble is, and the worst part is, the disase starts when youre a baby and takes a good thirty to forty years to kill a person. During that time its a slow devouring process and its not like you can sit around on your butt for those 40 years, you still have to work, even though youre stomach is sick and body is so tired. The trouble with “terminal illness” is that many times they don’t actually kill. There are so many cancer patients out there who have been told “you are not going to make it another 6 months” and guess what happens, they are alive 20 years later. You just never know everyone has a unique body chemistry cause of genetics and stuff some people live all their lives with “terminal” disease. But diseases usually have to do with genetics and you really can’t change your own genetics so as to produce a disease.
I apologize, Clever. You are right. I didn’t get the cynical intent of your comment.
Personally, I have no problem with fun sex. Just both parties should know and agree to it being for “fun.” I do have a problem with manipulation and deceit, as, from your second post, I see so do you.
Thank you for clarifying.
Vedura
Amen! Diem S. Sky.
@Diem S. Sky:
Diem, I am deeply impressed by your post about your friend and his painful end of life, the compassion you show, the depth in your writing. One point you made is one I make continuously–that unless one has been suicidal, one doesn’t understand what it’s like. And to truly understand, one would need to flip to that side of the looking glass. Which might be why people don’t want to hear us and why this site is such a blessing for so many. We can share with others who truly understand.