at some point in an adult’s life, no matter how you were raised or what fucked up things your parents did, it has to stop being a excuse
I see where you are coming from, but when going through shit yourself that you can’t explain to others, the only thing I can say is “that’s easy to to say, not to feel”
but when going through shit yourself that you can’t explain to others, the only thing I can say is “that’s easy to to say, not to feel”
Thats the point to reach for professional help, as in therapy. We’re not born equipped to deal with all the shit life can throw as us. There’s no shame in that.
The problem is not reaching out for help as an adult when you need it.
Thats really good! I’m proud of you for taking action for your own health. You’re proving my point though. You didn’t let whatever your parents did to you hold you back from taking steps on your own. You aren’t using how your parents raised you as an excuse to do nothing.
I want to say I’m glad you didn’t go through with that negative thing you mentioned. The world is better with you in it. I know I’m no one to you, but you’ve made my life better by talking with me here and sharing a human moment. I want you to be here for all the other people you touch positively in the years ahead. Please be here for that.
Just because I wish was was not born does not intrinsically mean I wish I was dead. Death is a lovecraftian horror to me, now that I exist. I cannot fathom not existing and the idea that eventually I will be dead terrifies me.
And in fact, my mortality is a major reason I resent having been born (not the only one). If I never was, I’d not have to face one day not being.
Being born is a pandora’s box. Time flows in only one direction, so that I did not exist before brings me no comfort in the face of someday not existing once again.
Time flows in only one direction, so that I did not exist before brings me no comfort in the face of someday not existing once again.
The “I cannot fathom not existing” part. You already know what this is like. There were millions of years where you didn’t exist. There was no pain, no loss, no yearning, no regret, no boredom no consciousness trapped in an infinite time of waiting or torture. What we will be like after death is just like that. We’ve been there before, and we’ll be there again someday.
Death is a lovecraftian horror to me, now that I exist. I cannot fathom not existing and the idea that eventually I will be dead terrifies me.
When I was younger this scared me too. As I got older, and I don’t fear when my death will eventually take me.
The alternate to eventually dying someday is living forever. When you think about what infinite life would truly be like, that is MUCH closer to any definition of hell I’ve ever heard of. I’m happy to go into multiple theoretical scenarios of this, each more horrific than the next. Those that say they want to live forever lack imagination. Death isn’t something to fear. At the end of a long life, it is a gift.
No I don’t. I did not exist. Let me repeat: time flows in one direction. Had I never existed, I’d not ahve to one day face oblivion. I resent being brought into a finite pointless existence.
The alternate to eventually dying someday is living forever. When you think about what infinite life would truly be like, that is MUCH closer to any definition of hell I’ve ever heard of. I’m happy to go into multiple theoretical scenarios of this, each more horrific than the next. Those that say they want to live forever lack imagination. Death isn’t something to fear. At the end of a long life, it is a gift.
Eventual death of myself and everyone I know and love renders every act extremely pointless. If living forever would be hell, then it is even worse that I have been born because there isn’t even a theoretical outcome to my existence that would not be existentially awful.
That said, obviously if I were to live forever, I’d want everyone I care about to live forever. And I’d want our existence to be one of contentment and enjoyment. This would still be worse than never having existed, but its the next best thing.
That said, obviously if I were to live forever, I’d want everyone I care about to live forever.
In our theoretical discussion, I’ll allow it.
And I’d want our existence to be one of contentment and enjoyment.
See here is where that breaks down. If humanity were capable of existence of contentment and enjoyment, we’d be doing that with our finite lives. We don’t get that deal. So being granted infinite life, in this scenario, is you being stuck with the current “everyone I care about” watching time move forward infinitely. Any kids you’d have (or your loved ones) after you get granted this, would grow old and die while you still lived. Any new friends you’d make would be a slight blip in your life as they die away over your infinite years. In the best case scenario, your body would be fully healthy until the heat death of the universe. In worse cases, you’ll grow old and decrepit, forever in pain, but never allowed to be free of it where everyone else escapes through eventual death.
You and your small band of those you care about would watch the world make the same mistakes again and again. The only ones you’d find any mutual understanding with would be your small band of folks that shares the same horror of infinite life. Would those people then resent you for giving them infinite life? Would they intentially avoid you throughout eternity? Anyone else not of your band would be like a child to you. You’d have seen humans grow and develop over hundreds of generations. Nothing would be new to you.
Eventually, people would catch on that you and your band never die. Your face, with infinite healing, would never be changeable and humanity would hunt for you and your band looking for the secret to your life. When you are eventually caught, you’d be imprisoned and studied for hundreds of years. They’d never let you out. Your world would become whatever cage they put you in. They might let you out to do dangerous or deadly things that would kill other humans, like cleaning out radioactive reactors by hand. As soon as you’d finish they’d lock you back up again. You couldn’t stop them doing this to you. You’re not a superhero with super strength, you’re just a person that can’t die.
You’d likely be around for the end of humanity. Bombs, plague, something will likely kill off humanity on Earth before we become a multiplanet species. Then its just you and your band in a crumbling Earth wandering the ruins and bored out of your minds having done everything possible there is in life.
Eventually the Earth (and the inner planets of our Solar System) itself would be consumed by the sun when it evolves into a red dwarf. You’ll be there for that. You’d spend a about 5 billion years inside our sun (in pain? suffocating?) until the sun consumes the last of its hydrogen. Your best be is to be ejected from the sun during CME at some point, at least you wouldn’t be stuck inside the sun anymore. However, at that point you are floating in interstellar space for billions of more years. You see where this goes? This is what you want as your alternative to death, to live forever.
This would still be worse than never having existed, but its the next best thing.
Is it? I didn’t even go into the scenario where EVERYONE lives forever, and the Earth starts literally filling up with people because no one dies anymore. The cruelty we’ll do to each other will ramp up immeasurably because the ethical argument against killing someone that has held us back is now removed. The worst tinpot dictators no long die, so they stay in power forever and make your life hell. Ironically, death cults will spring up. These being people promising an escape to nightmare of existence will be seen as prophets and holy men. Vast research will be poured into finding ways to die. Insanity will be so so commonplace because the human mind just hasn’t evolved to live this long. Cognition will break down and we’ll be marauding animals working through the path of destroying everything on Earth, because why not?
Me? I much prefer the certainty that there will be an end to this life eventually.
All of your premises are detailed extrapolations where immortality goes wrong and doesn’t actually argue against the core issue: I simply do not want to die. I never will.
Its not that I want to live because life is wonderful. I want to never have to face the horror of impending future non-existence.
Like, I could go into some of my specific counter points to your premises. The people I care about extends beyond to people I do not know and it extends even to people I do not even like. And that I’d happily accept never having children be born anymore. That obviously the heat death would need to be somehow mitigated, etc. but this is just arguing over pointless detail.
These details don’t fundamentally matter. I do not want to die.
I see where you are coming from, but when going through shit yourself that you can’t explain to others, the only thing I can say is “that’s easy to to say, not to feel”
Thats the point to reach for professional help, as in therapy. We’re not born equipped to deal with all the shit life can throw as us. There’s no shame in that.
The problem is not reaching out for help as an adult when you need it.
Therapy doesn’t magically fix things.
I’m in therapy, have been for years. Had a virtual appointment with mine this morning.
I went to the psych ward last month bc I was actually about to kms, switched antidepressants and I’m on 3x the average doce and a bonus as needed one.
Still doesn’t help enough to make me feel close to normal.
Thats really good! I’m proud of you for taking action for your own health. You’re proving my point though. You didn’t let whatever your parents did to you hold you back from taking steps on your own. You aren’t using how your parents raised you as an excuse to do nothing.
I want to say I’m glad you didn’t go through with that negative thing you mentioned. The world is better with you in it. I know I’m no one to you, but you’ve made my life better by talking with me here and sharing a human moment. I want you to be here for all the other people you touch positively in the years ahead. Please be here for that.
Not the guy you were talking to but:
Just because I wish was was not born does not intrinsically mean I wish I was dead. Death is a lovecraftian horror to me, now that I exist. I cannot fathom not existing and the idea that eventually I will be dead terrifies me.
And in fact, my mortality is a major reason I resent having been born (not the only one). If I never was, I’d not have to face one day not being.
Being born is a pandora’s box. Time flows in only one direction, so that I did not exist before brings me no comfort in the face of someday not existing once again.
The “I cannot fathom not existing” part. You already know what this is like. There were millions of years where you didn’t exist. There was no pain, no loss, no yearning, no regret, no boredom no consciousness trapped in an infinite time of waiting or torture. What we will be like after death is just like that. We’ve been there before, and we’ll be there again someday.
When I was younger this scared me too. As I got older, and I don’t fear when my death will eventually take me.
The alternate to eventually dying someday is living forever. When you think about what infinite life would truly be like, that is MUCH closer to any definition of hell I’ve ever heard of. I’m happy to go into multiple theoretical scenarios of this, each more horrific than the next. Those that say they want to live forever lack imagination. Death isn’t something to fear. At the end of a long life, it is a gift.
No I don’t. I did not exist. Let me repeat: time flows in one direction. Had I never existed, I’d not ahve to one day face oblivion. I resent being brought into a finite pointless existence.
Eventual death of myself and everyone I know and love renders every act extremely pointless. If living forever would be hell, then it is even worse that I have been born because there isn’t even a theoretical outcome to my existence that would not be existentially awful.
That said, obviously if I were to live forever, I’d want everyone I care about to live forever. And I’d want our existence to be one of contentment and enjoyment. This would still be worse than never having existed, but its the next best thing.
In our theoretical discussion, I’ll allow it.
See here is where that breaks down. If humanity were capable of existence of contentment and enjoyment, we’d be doing that with our finite lives. We don’t get that deal. So being granted infinite life, in this scenario, is you being stuck with the current “everyone I care about” watching time move forward infinitely. Any kids you’d have (or your loved ones) after you get granted this, would grow old and die while you still lived. Any new friends you’d make would be a slight blip in your life as they die away over your infinite years. In the best case scenario, your body would be fully healthy until the heat death of the universe. In worse cases, you’ll grow old and decrepit, forever in pain, but never allowed to be free of it where everyone else escapes through eventual death.
You and your small band of those you care about would watch the world make the same mistakes again and again. The only ones you’d find any mutual understanding with would be your small band of folks that shares the same horror of infinite life. Would those people then resent you for giving them infinite life? Would they intentially avoid you throughout eternity? Anyone else not of your band would be like a child to you. You’d have seen humans grow and develop over hundreds of generations. Nothing would be new to you.
Eventually, people would catch on that you and your band never die. Your face, with infinite healing, would never be changeable and humanity would hunt for you and your band looking for the secret to your life. When you are eventually caught, you’d be imprisoned and studied for hundreds of years. They’d never let you out. Your world would become whatever cage they put you in. They might let you out to do dangerous or deadly things that would kill other humans, like cleaning out radioactive reactors by hand. As soon as you’d finish they’d lock you back up again. You couldn’t stop them doing this to you. You’re not a superhero with super strength, you’re just a person that can’t die.
You’d likely be around for the end of humanity. Bombs, plague, something will likely kill off humanity on Earth before we become a multiplanet species. Then its just you and your band in a crumbling Earth wandering the ruins and bored out of your minds having done everything possible there is in life.
Eventually the Earth (and the inner planets of our Solar System) itself would be consumed by the sun when it evolves into a red dwarf. You’ll be there for that. You’d spend a about 5 billion years inside our sun (in pain? suffocating?) until the sun consumes the last of its hydrogen. Your best be is to be ejected from the sun during CME at some point, at least you wouldn’t be stuck inside the sun anymore. However, at that point you are floating in interstellar space for billions of more years. You see where this goes? This is what you want as your alternative to death, to live forever.
Is it? I didn’t even go into the scenario where EVERYONE lives forever, and the Earth starts literally filling up with people because no one dies anymore. The cruelty we’ll do to each other will ramp up immeasurably because the ethical argument against killing someone that has held us back is now removed. The worst tinpot dictators no long die, so they stay in power forever and make your life hell. Ironically, death cults will spring up. These being people promising an escape to nightmare of existence will be seen as prophets and holy men. Vast research will be poured into finding ways to die. Insanity will be so so commonplace because the human mind just hasn’t evolved to live this long. Cognition will break down and we’ll be marauding animals working through the path of destroying everything on Earth, because why not?
Me? I much prefer the certainty that there will be an end to this life eventually.
All of your premises are detailed extrapolations where immortality goes wrong and doesn’t actually argue against the core issue: I simply do not want to die. I never will.
Its not that I want to live because life is wonderful. I want to never have to face the horror of impending future non-existence.
Like, I could go into some of my specific counter points to your premises. The people I care about extends beyond to people I do not know and it extends even to people I do not even like. And that I’d happily accept never having children be born anymore. That obviously the heat death would need to be somehow mitigated, etc. but this is just arguing over pointless detail.
These details don’t fundamentally matter. I do not want to die.