My Afterlife Plan

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With talks and rumors about World War 3 going on and the fear of death finally boring me, I've decided to plan out my afterlife.

When I get to the final judgment, I'm gonna turn and walk away. I don't need to hear about my life when I've already lived it? My life sucked. Why have St. Peter look down on me for every sin I've committed? I'm not proud of anything I've ever done or didn't do. Will I be judged on that as well, every time I chose not to do something and did nothing? I'll just keep walking. Speaking of looking down on me, I've lived my whole life with gods and people looking down on me that I'm numb to it. I'm not good enough for Heaven, but I'm too good for Hell. Why is it always one extreme or the other extreme? I choose the middle ground. Isolation: it is my Heaven and my Hell. I mostly just want to get away from everyone. Imagine you just want to be left alone to live your life and someone else's Armageddon destroys the world and drags kicking and screaming into death. I'm tired of human greed. I'm tired of human ignorance. I'm tired of human hate. I want to be as far away from all the other souls as possible. If the angels or anything try to interact with me, I'll refuse them. I am or I will be broken in both faith and spirit so I won't be in the mood for any nonsense. After Armageddon, I'll have lost everything I've ever enjoyed in life and it won't be replicated in some fantasy candyland or whatever people think Heaven is. There's no sex or masturbation in heaven either so **** that. I'll keep walking away until the true end of time.

i hope it works for you. my afterlife plan is to chill in the light.

I have no afterlife plan because there is no afterlife. I've decided I will only kill myself if it becomes absolutely certain we will all die a slow, horrible death from radiation poisoning. Because with my luck I might survive the suicide attempt, but with severe damage to my brain or other major organs and be even worse off than before.

very few absolutely surefire ways to meet the boatman ahead of schedule. even if you put your head down on the track and let the westbound 710 disconnect your brain, the train's cow catcher would still boot you out of the way with a severe TBI that doesn't kill you outright. dorothy parker said it best-

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

I wish that when you die you get to watch your whole life from third person, no matter how unpleasant it was. I'd love to do that, to see every day from when I was born to the day I died (thanks to Russia I can't live til an old age).

But I don't believe in the afterlife so obviously this won't happen, once you're dead you're dead, you know nothing at all, just like before you were born.

life is generally easier if one believes in something greater than this existence. such a belief blunts the feelings of futility from having failed at this particular lifetime, that there will be others that one is more successful at than the present one. can't win 'em all.

People cut themselves all the time, they must be used to pain. I should be used to pain by now too, I've been through enough of it in life as it is.

Pain, anxiety, depression has dominated about 90% of life.

But once you're dead, you don't feel pain. You don't feel anything. It's like there was no point living at all. And there isn't.

If having listened to several hundred NDE accounts has drummed anything into me - I'll do my best to just shrug it off if it's useless, particularly if it pulls me in a solipsistic direction.

I can't think of many big regrets, I can think of a lot of derangement that's happened to me where it feels like I'm running with lead boots and no matter what I achieve 'Yeah maybe but... you're weird... so it doesn't count. You'll never be allowed to be a human'. Up has been down, wrong has been right, conformity for conformity's sake is all that matters, and my biggest discovery - caring what's true, in any way shape or form, is seen as a sign of mental retardation or dysgenics at the very least and the point of life is apes beating their faces into each other over genes where your ability to get into someone else's pants completely trumps any kind of personal development (which I suppose you do the later so as just to avoid going insane) because their line continues - yours disappears. It's really the stuff of Russian existentialism.

I somehow don't get the impression that I'll run into anyone with the sophistication to analyze my life in any useful way - sure as hell not here at least and I almost equally doubt as much in the hereafter.

screw those xtian sites, they are talkin' out their collective backsides, we can't assume/presume there is no sex in heaven.