This is not a joke. I mean, it’s not like I have a death wish or anything… I just can’t help but feel as though the majority of the population of this planet don’t care at all. The whole thing is kind of absurd.
Well, I guess we could blame the fact that most people don’t look at us with the same degree of contempt we do. They probably have a different perspective on the idea of death, and they probably don’t think that we have the same level of maturity as they do.
Not so long ago everyone was thinking about death all the time. We all had a deep seated fear that someone would be killed. Even though the vast majority of people are not like that, it was still a thing. We all thought that someone was going to get killed one day. Well, apparently we were wrong. In fact, not only did we all know that someone was going to get killed, we all wanted them to die. We were that close.
This is a common phenomenon among us all. The fear of death is real. At least I’m not scared of dying. I’m not scared of any of the deathtrap stuff, but I still have my fear of dying (maybe I’ll get over that, maybe not). But it doesn’t matter really.
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I feel like we’re getting to the end of the conversation. We’re being told that people who die fear death more than people who live. Or something like that. It’s not really a very interesting conversation. I’ve been pondering the word “fear” myself and I think I am the opposite of the most fear-possessed person I know.
I don’t know what to think about it. I just feel like I am being told I am being a complete jerk. My response is “I am afraid of dying, but I don’t want to die.” But still, I would like to say that it is a very interesting conversation to have.
The only time I really look at the concept of death is when my brother kills himself. I don’t know why I do that, but I do it because I want to have the opportunity to be alone with him. I like to think I want to be the one to die.
What is scary though is that you are actually talking about someone you’ve never met and that someone is someone you would like to meet. If he’s a friend, then you’re not talking about someone you’ll ever meet, but if he is someone you are dying to have a conversation with, then you’re talking about someone who is right now.
The only reason I could think of for someone to care what happens to another is that they have a direct emotional connection to that person. I know this because I see people who are dying to be close friends with someone and theyre not. Most of the time, they seem completely oblivious to the person theyre dying to be close to. They are just as happy to be alone with someone they dont even know as they are to be with someone theyre dying to be close to.
