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I was thinking about it yesterday. Man, one day *POOF* that's all she wrote. Your pushing up daisies.

 

I am still at this religious crossroads of sorts as well. I mean is religion - "be good and you will go to this wonderful place in the sky - be bad and you go to this terrible firey place down blow with the horned pitchfork-carrying dudes."

 

Seems to me that it is a ruse to keep people in line, as well as a story or how we came to be, parting the red sea, the walking on water (Although Criss Angel has that one down now...) stones to bread, etc...

 

As is the case with keeping folks in line, same with dying. Is the idea of heaven a way for the living to cope? Evil person is in hell - loved one that is gone is in this glorious hevenly place.

 

I dunno. :ninja:

 

Sorry to be so serious - just really freaked me out yesterday. :(

 

I mean regardless of what you have, or what you do, it will all be over. :wall:

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I was thinking about it yesterday. Man, one day *POOF* that's all she wrote. Your pushing up daisies.

 

I am still at this religious crossroads of sorts as well. I mean is religion - "be good and you will go to this wonderful place in the sky - be bad and you go to this terrible firey place down blow with the horned pitchfork-carrying dudes."

 

Seems to me that it is a ruse to keep people in line, as well as a story or how we came to be, parting the red sea, the walking on water (Although Criss Angel has that one down now...) stones to bread, etc...

 

As is the case with keeping folks in line, same with dying. Is the idea of heaven a way for the living to cope? Evil person is in hell - loved one that is gone is in this glorious hevenly place.

 

I dunno. :wacko:

 

Sorry to be so serious - just really freaked me out yesterday. :wacko:

 

I mean regardless of what you have, or what you do, it will all be over. :P

 

Welcome to the wonderful world of depression.

I'm BLS, your club President. I'll be here to help show you how to drink and self medicate yourself until your last days, in order to deal with these issues you have. Of course, the drinking and self medicating will cause you more problems, but WTF....it's better than moping around.

 

Here...sign this and drink this....we've got alot to talk about.

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be aware, BLS will tell you its ok to want to off yourself once in a while :P and to do so publically on this bored. :wacko:

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be aware, BLS will tell you its ok to want to off yourself once in a while :P and to do so publically on this bored. :wacko:

 

Nah, offing yourself is too easy. It's much harder to endure 30-40 more years of hell.

On the bright side, I have stock in Captain Morgan and Coca Cola companies, so in some sick sort of way, I'm investing in my retirement on a daily basis.

 

It's like a cash back reward.

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Actually, I've always found it comforting to know that everyone else will also die someday. I'm not the only one. Misery loves company. :P

 

If you want to get down to the nitty gritty, we're all really just particles that exist in this universe. In that sense, I think of the Universe as one giant being of which we're all a part. Our individual consiousness is not what's important.

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I worry more about other people dying than I do about me dying.

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Actually, I've always found it comforting to know that everyone else will also die someday. I'm not the only one. Misery loves company. :P

 

If you want to get down to the nitty gritty, we're all really just particles that exist in this universe. In that sense, I think of the Universe as one giant being of which we're all a part. Our individual consiousness is not what's important.

 

bingo. It is the illusion of consciousness- that somehow we are are our own separate entity, when in fact we are a very very very small part of a much larger entity

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I worry more about other people dying than I do about me dying.

I agree. I often worry about loved ones dying, but I never give it a thought that I, too, will die.

 

 

Also, Brandon Stokely sucks.

HTH

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bingo. It is the illusion of consciousness- that somehow we are are our own separate entity, when in fact we are a very very very small part of a much larger entity

 

 

Ummm....Drugs are bad...Mmmmkay....

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I never think of it. I know I am going to die. I know that I am lucky in the fact that I have only lost 2 grandparents and a stepfather in my 30 years of living. If I thought about the fact that people I know are going to die or I am going to die it would drive me nuts.

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I worry more about other people dying than I do about me dying.

today could be the day i pass you :mellow:

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bingo. It is the illusion of consciousness- that somehow we are are our own separate entity, when in fact we are a very very very small part of a much larger entity

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean.

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I don't fear death. But I do fear pain and the horrible idea that I could pass away while my kids are still young.

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today could be the day i pass you :mellow:

 

 

You already passed me once, but then I noticed that I passed you right back.

 

Quit worrying about it, because I don't really care.

 

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I'm not afraid to die. Not at all. I want to see my kids grow up, but I have no anxiety about dying, and being agnostic.

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I agree. I often worry about loved ones dying, but I never give it a thought that I, too, will die.

Also, Brandon Stokely sucks.

HTH

 

Oops, I'd forgotten to log out of Soilost.

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Only thing that sucks is the idea of busting your ass to get a career/home/family/etc and have it all wiped out by a freak accident or something.

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I don't fear death. But I do fear pain and the horrible idea that I could pass away while my kids are still young.

 

:mellow:

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I wasn't scared to die until I got married, and now even worse now that I have kids. Even though they will be hooked up financially, I can't bear to think about my wife and kids having to go through life without seeing my handsome face or living without the joy I bring every day. It's really sad :mellow:

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I think I would have been more upset about dying if I hadn't had kids yet. Now that I've reproduced and know that I'm basically going to live forever now, if I died tomorrow at least I know my really important business got done.

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It was really strange. I don't think about it often, but was on the couch watching TV yesterday, Mrs. Woble was outside, and it hit me like a brick. The fear was almost child-like - hard to explain. I actually had to get up and wander throughout the house and go outside. She thought I saw a ghost. :clap:

 

Ah, I'll forget about it for a while - football season. Then again..... :thumbsup:

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I used to get pretty freaked out about death, but it was more so when my son was much younger and I worried about dying before he was grown.

 

Now, I don't have such a great fear of it, I'm more accepting of it in the sense that it is inevitable to someday happen and I don't want to waste the time I do have here worrying about the day that I'll be gone.

 

And yes, it does help me to know that heaven and God do exist.

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It was really strange. I don't think about it often, but was on the couch watching TV yesterday, Mrs. Woble was outside, and it hit me like a brick. The fear was almost child-like - hard to explain. I actually had to get up and wander throughout the house and go outside. She thought I saw a ghost. :clap:

 

Ah, I'll forget about it for a while - football season. Then again..... :thumbsup:

 

I went through this on a daily basis when I was about 9 or 10.

I used to lay in bed, and start crying because the reality of dying was just so surreal.

The finality of it, the fact I knew I was going to be gone, and there was NOTHING I could do about it.

It used to scare me to the point of hysteria. I still deal with that from time to time, but not nearly as often.

I'm sorta the same way...I have to just get up and go do something until it passes.

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Sometimes I hit myself with the old "100 years from now, no one will give a rat's ass if I ever lived and I will cease to exist." Which leads me to three thoughts:

 

1) Meh - just off yourself then. In 100 years it won't matter. Then I think of all the anguish that would cause my friends and family, so that would just be mean.

 

2) Use your life to really make a difference in the world. Quit your job and do something worthwhile with your life. Go into politics, start a not or profit, take up a cause.

 

3) Make the most of your life by enjoying it to its fullest. If you have 'X' years and then you are dust - might as well have a good ride before they kick you off the coaster.

 

Actually, death doesn't scare me. I've had a good, fun, fufilling life. Getting old and feeble scares the pee pee out of me though.

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Not really. I worry about my kids and what they will do without me around. However, the reality is that people are very adaptive.

 

As far as my feelings, I guess that I have not really had a chance to reflect on what I have done and not done in life. Maybe I will get that in the coming years as I approach 40 and determine how I can feel better about leaving this planet a better place than when I got here.

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I don’t often think about it. As of this moment, I don’t dwell on it because it’s inevitable. I live each day trying to do the best I can for my loved ones, keep great relationships with friends and hope that my time on this earth is long and productive.

 

This feeling may change down the road, but I don’t dwell on whether it’s going to happen 1-week from now or 100-years from now. It does no one any good.

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I don’t often think about it. As of this moment, I don’t dwell on it because it’s inevitable. I live each day trying to do the best I can for my loved ones, keep great relationships with friends and hope that my time on this earth is long and productive.

 

This feeling may change down the road, but I don’t dwell on whether it’s going to happen 1-week from now or 100-years from now. It does no one any good.

nice job minimizing the lot of ex wives who will see that you burn in effigy before your demise.

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It was really strange. I don't think about it often, but was on the couch watching TV yesterday, Mrs. Woble was outside, and it hit me like a brick. The fear was almost child-like - hard to explain. I actually had to get up and wander throughout the house and go outside. She thought I saw a ghost. :ninja:

 

This has happened to me before and it is a very frightening, helpless feeling. It would hit me like this while I was laying in bed at night alone with my thoughts, the house quiet and everyone asleep. Like you, I also had this need to get up, walk around and get outside... almost like I couldn't breathe... like a suffocating feeling. :thumbsup:

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This has happened to me before and it is a very frightening, helpless feeling. It would hit me like this while I was laying in bed at night alone with my thoughts, the house quiet and everyone asleep. Like you, I also had this need to get up, walk around and get outside... almost like I couldn't breathe... like a suffocating feeling. :(

 

That's called a panic attack.

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This has happened to me before and it is a very frightening, helpless feeling. It would hit me like this while I was laying in bed at night alone with my thoughts, the house quiet and everyone asleep. Like you, I also had this need to get up, walk around and get outside... almost like I couldn't breathe... like a suffocating feeling. :(

 

This is why many people turn to religion. The realization that when you die it's just... over is too much. The though of an eternal afterlife makes your mortal life far less overwhelming and frightening. (also provides an easy how-to on how to live and answers for a lot of tough questions)

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This is why many people turn to religion. The realization that when you die it's just... over is too much. The though of an eternal afterlife makes your mortal life far less overwhelming and frightening. (also provides an easy how-to on how to live and answers for a lot of tough questions)

 

Agree completely. However I do not really believe in God, Heaven, Hell, etc. So it makes things a bit tougher for me.

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Agree completely. However I do not really believe in God, Heaven, Hell, etc. So it makes things a bit tougher for me.

 

I think that if at the end of the day (week/month/year/you life) you can look back and honestly tell yourself you made the world a better place, you can find your own peace knowing you didn't waste the life you had. Even if you die tomorrow you can be OK with that.

 

For those that can't, I think looking into joining some kind of humanitarian group, 'big brother' group, even a soup kitchen or donating an hour every other week to the Red Cross or another Not For Profit would be immensly helpful in attaching a sense of worth and meaning to their lives. Even starting a new hobby or class to better yourself adds a sense of worth and fufillment to your own existence. Mulling around in your own sadness doesn't do anything for anyone. And those that can't bring themselves to better their own lives might consider using theie time making someone else's life better.

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This has happened to me before and it is a very frightening, helpless feeling. It would hit me like this while I was laying in bed at night alone with my thoughts, the house quiet and everyone asleep. Like you, I also had this need to get up, walk around and get outside... almost like I couldn't breathe... like a suffocating feeling. ;)

 

EXACTLY!!! :clap:

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For those that can't, I think looking into joining some kind of humanitarian group, 'big brother' group, even a soup kitchen or donating an hour every other week to the Red Cross or another Not For Profit would be immensly helpful in attaching a sense of worth and meaning to their lives.

Either that, or go out and get all the ass you can. ;)

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Death doesn't scare me as much as the idea of spending years in a nursing home, eating peaches, playing bingo, getting rolled over due to bed sores, and wearing diapers.

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This is why many people turn to religion. The realization that when you die it's just... over is too much. The though of an eternal afterlife makes your mortal life far less overwhelming and frightening. (also provides an easy how-to on how to live and answers for a lot of tough questions)

 

That is the religious crossroads that I face now. When I was a kid, I went to church, believed, I didn't know anything else. My grandparents were very influential in the church, being their grandson was a prideful thing around there. Then I started to question the validity of the idea of a "God" and his son, the miracles, and locusts, and parting seas, and whatnot. The "threat" of hell, the "reward" of heaven. The Bible can read like a Sci-Fi novel.

 

I almost feel as though I am letting them down with my thoughts. And if it is real, I better get my act together, or I will be working a pitchfork. Or having one worked in my arse. ;)

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That's called a panic attack.

 

Yes, it is and it was brought on by thinking and dwelling on the issue of death.

 

I know all about panic attacks as I used to have them quite a bit. ;)

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Death doesn't scare me as much as the idea of spending years in a nursing home, eating peaches, playing bingo, getting rolled over due to bed sores, and wearing diapers.

 

And having an evil Ben Stiller force you into making quilts. ;)

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