That is what happens when you consume dihydrogen monoxide daily. No one has survived after drinking it.
Oxygen makes iron turn into rust, don’t let that be your lungs. Oppose Big Oxygen.
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And those fuckers give it to us as soon as we’re born, ensuring our inevitable demise
What a sick cruel twisted world
Around seven percent of people who’ve consumed dihydrogen monoxide have survived.
It has a higher pH level than any known acid!!!
Might as well fucking go for it.
Looking good! The t-shirt as well.
Has anyone in their 30s 40s 50s had a sudden change of perception of our own mortality? I found myself thinking a lot about it recently (no significant events around me). I just find life so ephemeral now as compared to how I used to see life so grand and long it might as well have been infinite. Not anymore. I guess it’s part of growing old. Anyone else feel similar?
in my case it happened much sooner, at 16 to be exact
Yep. IMO it’s a good thing. But there’s still a grand and long scale: how is that we arrived here at all, a momentary ripple in a larger fabric?
More the opposite direction for me. I’m so stressed, overworked, and beaten down by life that I don’t have the energy to worry about mortality like I did when I was younger.
When I die at least I won’t have to go to work anymore, is my thinking.
And I like my job, I can’t imagine what it’s like for people who don’t.
Yes, it’s very common (mostly) in men at that age.
You will someday lose your life, but try not to mope. You did get it for free, after all.
Childhood is the free trial, adulthood is the subscription that keeps increasing in cost.
Could you not, right now? I’m literally just about to sign a new lease.
Not moping. I AM ALIVE
I intend to live forever, thank you very much
Me too. We should get to know each other. Eventually. We have time.
A friend once told me that we’d stay out of each other’s way until the end of time, and then in the end we’d turn and attack each other.
Arthas intensifies
WE’RE DOOMED!
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMED!
What I feel isn’t existential dread of my pending non-existance. What I feel is FOMO.
What I feel is a need to fire arrows into the future, that I know will fly further than my small personal life, that will land somewhere and sprout huge trees that people live around and under.
You’re screaming in the shower?
You’re not???
I refused. Y’all know you can opt out, right? Don’t ask how. That’s not allowed.
We’re all going to Bart
I meant soon.
So did I
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Is it weird that I’ve become less existencial with age? Like back in school I struggled with suicidal thoughts and couldn’t cope with the “meaninglessness” of it all. But honestly these days I’m content just living how I like to and enjoying the simple things
Not weird, happened to me too.
I think my brain got bored of it and moved on. Plenty more to do than attempt to answer the unanswerable question!
Maybe? I never really grew out of it, my brain just realized that emotions don’t solve problems and stopped bothering me about it all the time. Though, my fears are more along the lines of forcefully being prevented from dying, rather than the alternative. Still get the chills whenever I imagine having dementia and not being allowed to kill myself.
I’m not suicidal anymore, but still. There are things I’d rather choose the forever-sleep than experience.
Still get the chills whenever I imagine having dementia and not being allowed to kill myself.
Well stop imagining that then!
Life is finite, but shit it feels like forever
It’s longer than the longest time you’ve ever experienced.
Unless you happen to live an entire simulated lifetime because of an alien probe.
But do I get to learn and inherit an instrument?
The days are long but the years are short, it’s been said.
First time having thoughts of death?
It’s fine, you’ll get used to it. Making a movie about it helps.
Speak for yourself.
Die well.
