I think I'm ready to die. Really. I'm ready.....I ain't scared.
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Ain't got nothing to do with anything....I'm just curiious...who is afarid to diE? Who isn;'t?
Quote from: RCMerchant on August 06, 2008, 10:55:41 PM
Ain't got nothing to do with anything....I'm just curiious...who is afarid to diE? Who isn;'t?
"...And let me kick out the jams..., yes! Kick out the jams! I wanna kick 'em out...!!" I don't want to die, but feel lucky to be as old as I am and ready to embrace my fate. The mosquito in your ear is preferable to the worm in your tomb. Live and find what interests you; you do have complete control of your fate. Fear is what enslaves us. Have faith in yourself.
Personally, my preference would be to live to 137 and die wrestling a giant anaconda (or Anne Hathaway). But I am at peace with myself and my God, so whenever my time comes, I hope to meet my end with my eyes wide open and my heart grateful for all the coolness I have experienced. But in the meantime . . . I've got a lot of living to do!
...I'm not.
I could not have said that a few years ago. That was not complacency, though, rather being in a dark place and wanting out of it.
Having no fear of the inevitable (whether that be tomorrow or 50 years from now) is not a bad thing, so long as it is not a case of simply not caring.
Several years ago (maybe 5?) someone at a bank branch was looking at the computer screen and noticed a message distributed to all branches that read (paraphrased) "Branch 302 will be closed today...our prayers go out to them".
It was the day before Halloween when I pulled up outside of branch 301. The mood was as gloomy as the sky that day. It wasn't a case of where nobody wanted to talk; actually several did as it gave them something to do to occupy their minds that morning in what was going to be a long, unpleasant day.
Roy had left from home early that morning, looked in on his wife and kids just a little longer this morning before he left. He went to the gym and did his morning workout. He then went to the bank where he was the manager, branch 302, pulled into his parking space, reclined his seat, placed his gym towel over his face, and shot himself in the head.
I guess Roy was ready.
I was doing portraits at a church in Indiana. Most of my work was centralized out of Evansville at that time.
One of the people waiting for portraits was this elderly woman. I had filled out her sitting card for her to find out that she was 90. Just out of conversation I had commented on how well she looked for her age and said something along the lines that I may take her portrait when she is 100.
She had commented that she hoped not. She had lived long enough, was tired, and was ready.
I guess she was ready.
Those are two sides of a coin; one being in a bad place, one being in a good place, but both were ready.
I'm not in either place. I have been in a very dark place and certainly came close. I have not reached that good place and plan on taking my time getting there.
Maybe it's fear on my part, as I certainly have not cared before.
Maybe it's greediness on my part. There are things I want to do, accomplishments I want to reach. In the scope of things eternal these are but fleeting moments of mundane ashes, but at least it might mean something to me. If I don't reach those goals, well, I don't; but I want the opportunity.
There's nothing wrong with being ready, and perhaps it is admirable; just make certain which side of that coin you are looking at.
P.S. If it involves lesbians, soap, oil, and heart failure, I'll consider that retirement. :teddyr: :cheers:
Hey, Ronnie, chin up my friend and warm greetings from Pretoria! :smile:
I also think I'm ready: I would just need advance warning of my impending last breath so that I could make arrangements for my family, specifically my mom who has had to go through so much in the last few months. I would take care of anything owing and ensure that I do not leave a cent owing behind and would also pay for my funeral and any other costs in advance. My Dad left my Mom OK, so I would too.
I don't wish my time to come soon; but if it does, so be it.
I've done a lot in my life, from live on the streets of memphis, to making my way to Mexico with just fifty dollars to my name. I've experienced full bliss (the birth of my daughter) and full rage ( i won't go there). I've had the priviledge of learning beyond highschool, which has been great, but i'm glad its almost wrapping up. I've had the opportunity to know a lot of great people, some are still around but some have passed over as we all do eventually; some went naturally, some went violently, and some by thier own hand. Some of life is hard, some of it is fruitful. Some of it I understand but parts of it I never will.
I've known the sun on my face.
The joy of growing a garden.
And the look in the eyes of a child that feels safe and loved.
Of course, there are still things I'd like to do. I'd like to go visit where the Wall fell. I've had two great love affairs, but alas I've never found love. Most importantly I'd like to stick around till my daughter is old enough to know who she is and to appreciate it.
Quote from: SisterGrace on August 07, 2008, 05:41:50 AM
I've known the sun on my face.
The joy of growing a garden.
And the look in the eyes of a child that feels safe and loved.
That is truly beautiful, Sister: karma for that. :smile:
If I had a choice I'd rather not die, but if I was suddenly struck by some incurable disease I could go out with a smile. Insane as it might make me sound, I've discovered a "detached", sociopath state-of-mind where I care about nothing. As goofy as it sounds, it almost feels like I'm no longer myself, but a separate person controlling myself like a character being controlled in a video game. I have no fear and I could easily throw myself from a tall building anytime I want to. I'm not depressed and this isn't something I consider doing, it's just a comforting thought to know that if I had to die I could do it without pain or fear... morbid as that probably sounds. :tongueout:
I feel I am ready myself. I'm not suicidal though the though has crossed my mind once or twice. I found out Tuesday that I have another cyst forming so I may have to get another surgery in the near future. I wouldn't be sad if I did die now, I would just be upset that I didn't have any children or get married.
Quote from: asimpson2006 on August 07, 2008, 06:37:18 AM
I feel I am ready myself. I'm not suicidal though the though has crossed my mind once or twice. I found out Tuesday that I have another cyst forming so I may have to get another surgery in the near future. I wouldn't be sad if I did die now, I would just be upset that I didn't have any children or get married.
I truly wish you well. Tara Sue (me wifey) is in the hospital now. She has been going through chemo for almost a year now.....but now she's in the hospital. I guess I'm way too emotional of a person. I dunno...
I hope you get better. Death saddens me.....my own doesn't scare me....but the death of my family terrifies me. :bluesad:
Quote from: RCMerchant on August 07, 2008, 07:34:57 AM
I truly wish you well. Tara Sue (me wifey) is in the hospital now. She has been going through chemo for almost a year now.....but now she's in the hospital. I guess I'm way too emotional of a person. I dunno...
I hope you get better. Death saddens me.....my own doesn't scare me....but the death of my family terrifies me. :bluesad:
Thanks RC. My family doctor gave me some antibiotics to help with it, but as I've seen with my other cysts that I have had (2 in the past 2 years) surgery will probably be down the road for me. If it does happen it will my 3rd surgery in two years for this. My last surgery was a reconstructive surgery for problems relating to this, so hopefully I can get lucky and just get it lanced and it will go away.
I am sorry to hear about your wife being in the hospital. Death saddens to me to a degree. A few months ago someone I went to High School with died suddenly and I was shocked by it. I was more shocked by the fact that she's was a year younger than me (I'm 23 and she was 22 when she died). My grandmothers death almost 2 years ago really saddened me and my family for a while. It still makes me sad when I do something that me and her used to do together like doing laundry and making a bed.
Quote from: RCMerchant on August 07, 2008, 07:34:57 AM
I hope you get better. Death saddens me.....my own doesn't scare me....but the death of my family terrifies me. :bluesad:
That's the major reason why I'd rather not die. I don't want anybody who cares about me to have to deal with the loss. Granted, I wouldn't be around to feel the guilt afterwards, but I'd feel really guilty before and I hate feeling guilty.
To paraphrase one of George Carlin's great words, the point of living is to avoid dying.
I'm about halfway ready, if I were to die tomorrow I'd accept it, but with metaphorical guns blazing.
I'm not ready to go and until I am anything that tries to take me out will have quite a fight on it's hands. Maybei it's my Inner Cimmerian. On the oher hand when my Mom had cancer for the third time she at one point told me she was tired of fighting and was done living. A week later she was gone. I guess death's biggest tragedy is when someone dies before they are ready.
I wouldn't mind bowing out by spontaneously combusting during a 4-way strip Twister game with Anne Hathaway,Jamie Luner and Eliza Dushku. Since it's "a bit" of a fantasy I'll make it "Just the Ten of Us" era Jamie Luner.
On a side note, I'd like to know if Indiana is actually equating wrestling a giant anaconda with wrestling Anne Hathaway. Although what with "evan Almighty" I guess they have both worked with Steve Carrell :wink:
Quote from: The DarkSider on August 07, 2008, 08:26:56 AM
To paraphrase one of George Carlin's great words, the point of living is to avoid dying.
Yeah....I 'm been bummed. But I'm pulling my head outta me arse. Dying is easy. Living....no there's a job! Meh....I got to much too do any way. Besides, I STILL need to see the BRAIN from PLANET AROUS!!!!!
I'm not afraid, I've come close a few times, which actually made me feel invincible afterwards. I've never had anyone really close to me pass away though, so I don't know how I'd feel about that. But, yeah when it comes to death...I stand defiant, it comes to us all.
I don't think I'm ready, , Too much stuff left to do, things to see. I've almost bit the big one a few times, and I never was scared, , often i was scared LATER, , but the fear seemed to be with the idea I could have been paralyzed or in a coma for a long time and a burden to my family. That and the last close call I had was through my own rampant stupidity, and had I died, it would have been right in front of my kid. That woulda SUCKED. .
I remember going through my bout with cancer and the only thing that preyed on my mind was my wife and kids. The thing I prayed for was to be able to see my kids grow up. They were 3 and 5 when I was diagnosed.
I think I could handle my own impending death pretty well now that they have grown into outstanding young adults.
Quote from: Menard on August 07, 2008, 12:55:44 AM
One of the people waiting for portraits was this elderly woman. I had filled out her sitting card for her to find out that she was 90. Just out of conversation I had commented on how well she looked for her age and said something along the lines that I may take her portrait when she is 100.
She had commented that she hoped not. She had lived long enough, was tired, and was ready.
I guess she was ready.
My mother died of inoperable ovarian cancer. I lived about three hours away and I came up when she was released from the hospital and when I got to the house the first thing she said to me was to tell everybody to leave her alone. Seems my brothers that lived near by where harrassing her to eat and drink.
She was ready to go and they weren't accepting it. The greatest lesson she ever taught me was to accept what's happening, do what you need to deal with it , and go on with life. Going on with life sometimes means accepting it's end.
Quote from: I am Kirok! on August 08, 2008, 08:48:09 AM
I remember going through my bout with cancer and the only thing that preyed on my mind was my wife and kids. The thing I prayed for was to be able to see my kids grow up. They were 3 and 5 when I was diagnosed.
I think I could handle my own impending death pretty well now that they have grown into outstanding young adults.
Quote from: Menard on August 07, 2008, 12:55:44 AM
One of the people waiting for portraits was this elderly woman. I had filled out her sitting card for her to find out that she was 90. Just out of conversation I had commented on how well she looked for her age and said something along the lines that I may take her portrait when she is 100.
She had commented that she hoped not. She had lived long enough, was tired, and was ready.
I guess she was ready.
My mother died of inoperable ovarian cancer. I lived about three hours away and I came up when she was released from the hospital and when I got to the house the first thing she said to me was to tell everybody to leave her alone. Seems my brothers that lived near by where harrassing her to eat and drink.
She was ready to go and they weren't accepting it. The greatest lesson she ever taught me was to accept what's happening, do what you need to deal with it , and go on with life. Going on with life sometimes means accepting it's end.
I'm sitting here wondering if my Dad knew that he was going. It is possible. The night before he passed on, I called my Mom to say goodnight as I always do and I heard him shout from outside: "Is that Trevor? Keep him on the phone, I haven't talked to him today." He had, several times, but he had Alzheimers and was very forgetful indeed, although he was very lucid a lot of the time. He talked to me, asking if my car was OK (he had chosen the Fiat for me), if everything was locked up and if I'd had something to eat yet. My response was yes to everything, I told him I loved him, he said the same and that was the last I ever spoke to him. :bluesad: :bluesad: Dammit..................
I've heard similar things from people that makes me believe that sometimes people know. I've heard of people inexplicably getting their will in order, and dying the next day of an anurism (sp?) or heart attack, or even an accident that was beyond their control.
When I was in the Army and stationed in Texas, we were drinking one night and I started talking about how I knew one of my friends that I grew up with (in Ohio) was not going to be alive long because of all the drinking, drugs, etc. Seems I was kinda upset about it at the time, which my roommate pointed out as being odd, because apparently, I was a pretty 'normal' drunk, and apparently I was being kinda emotional about it. The next day, I get a call from my mom, apparently my friend was killed in a car wreck (He wasn't driving, no drugs or alcohol involved), and it happened right during the time I was talking about it. F-ing weird man.
Several times I've been one of the first people on the scene after an accident where someone was hurt or killed, or witnessed a person being arrested for something fairly serious. Not just car accidents, but industrial accidents, assaults, and one thing that always struck me was how they were dressed, like a person got all dressed up, and I think "I wonder if they knew, when they were getting dressed in the morning, how this day would end". I also often think about that when I'M getting dressed in the morning, like I picture my clothes soaked in blood because some a-hole stabbed me or bashed me over the head with something. Often I get the feeling like everything is going TOO well, and kinda get nervous. A couple of years ago I had to take my car to Anchorage for some warranty work (Anchorage is about 125 miles away). I went, got my car taken care of, did all my errands in Anchorage, and headed home. I made it to within 2 miles of home when a Moose ran out in front of me, I never did see the thing, the first thing I saw was the windshield explode. It's butt came into the car far enough to bend the steering wheel and it killed my beloved Pimpmobile ('05 Crown Vic LX Sport, Blackl on Black, LOADED, 100%). The instant the windshield exploded I thought "This isn't going to hurt one bit, , one way or another". Never really a care about the outcome since it was out of my hands, but once it got all quiet because the initial impact was over and the animal had gone over the top, I just kinda thought, "well, better get stopped since I can't see, better get to the left into the snow/guardrail so I don't end up in oncomming traffic". It wasall so "matter-of-fact". . .
Anyways, here's some pictures of my beloved Pimpmobile, killed in a cowardly suicide-attack by a moose that 'I' suspect was a terrorist with ties to Al Queda.
(http://www.craptasticvoyage.com/pictures/DSC00530.JPG)
(http://www.craptasticvoyage.com/pictures/DSC00532.JPG)
Damn, that's some dint at the top there. Poor car, but lucky you.
(http://www.moose-pictures.com/brake-for-moose.jpg)
Quote from: ghouck on August 08, 2008, 12:12:23 PM
(http://www.craptasticvoyage.com/pictures/DSC00530.JPG)
(http://www.craptasticvoyage.com/pictures/DSC00532.JPG)
You can buff that out.
Kidding man, that sucks, it's wierd though because I knew that when I got a car I would call it "The Pimpmobile" even if it was a total junker. It's good to know you got out of that allright.
Quote from: ghouck on August 08, 2008, 12:58:01 PM
Quote from: Patient7 on August 08, 2008, 12:45:21 PM
You can buff that out.
It's just a flesh wound. . .
Your pimpmobile was made of FLESH? Who designed it, David Cronenberg??
Quote from: Rev. Powell on August 08, 2008, 01:43:28 PM
Quote from: ghouck on August 08, 2008, 12:58:01 PM
Quote from: Patient7 on August 08, 2008, 12:45:21 PM
You can buff that out.
It's just a flesh wound. . .
Your pimpmobile was made of FLESH? Who designed it, David Cronenberg??
Your cool car gets demolished...
...your dick goes down a notch...
...yep...it's a flesh wound.
Quote from: Rev. Powell on August 08, 2008, 01:43:28 PM
Quote from: ghouck on August 08, 2008, 12:58:01 PM
Quote from: Patient7 on August 08, 2008, 12:45:21 PM
You can buff that out.
It's just a flesh wound. . .
Your pimpmobile was made of FLESH? Who designed it, David Cronenberg??
Yes, considering many say a person's car is an extenstion to their penis (metaphoricaly), yes, it is made of flesh. That is ONE reason Cronenberg is my hero, he designed my penis, ,err, , car. Of course it was MY choice to go with one that is big and black.