I do have a fear of death, and it’s come about for two reasons, both stemming from my brain. It’s the worst sort of brain to have - the one that thinks too much. All the little things bother me. I think about discographies and think about how such and such isn’t a perfect discography, not because there are bad songs in it, because the songs aren’t... songs? Huh? I don’t know. That’s just one instance of my brain acting up. To get on the actual subject:
The first reason isn’t so much a fear of death as it is a fear of Hell. I don’t believe in Heaven, I don’t believe in a God, I don’t believe in any sort of afterlife or powerful being. I think that, at the end of the day, we’re all just flesh, blood, and bones walking right off the edge of a cliff. But this carcass to be - myself - keeps thinking about how it would not like to burn in a lake of fire forever just because it thought the wrong shit. I don’t like pain, I don’t like suffering, and I certainly wouldn’t want all the torment ramped to the max. The knowing that the beyond is open and we the living know not what it is we’ll find in the pits of our graves scares me. I don’t think there is a Hell, but if there is... fuck. Worst of all is that the whole “fire insurance” Christianity is the worst kind of religious person to be. I don’t believe in it, so even if I do some level of dedication to a religion, I’m not gonna be “saved” if there is a pit of perpetual torment. It’s a no-win situation for me.
The second reason I fear death goes two ways: I don’t like the thought of eternity, and I don’t want to stop living. The first one hit me across the head even when I was still a Christian. The idea of a never ending life is just... scary. My mortal mind can’t comprehend it and that’s what makes me so nerve-racked when even trying to think of it. But at the same time, I don’t want this life to end. I don’t want to just stop existing, I want to live and make some sort of mark on the world. The last thing I’d wanna be is just another human in a world full of other humans dying away without any significance whatsoever. And then I start thinking of all the other people who do live like that. And then I start shaking again because I realize that I only have one life to live and if I fuck it up, that’s it. Which also pisses me off when other people try to control other people, but that’s a separate story.
One of my problems is that I seem to have a break from reality. I go throw life not really feeling that it’s real. Right now I know I’m typing up a post, but... it just doesn’t seem real. It feel like I’m living in a 2D world, so to speak. Time goes by fast and I know that soon enough I’m just gonna drop dead. For some this shit would lead them to suicide; to me it makes me want immortality more so I wouldn’t have to worry about all this crap. And then of course the possibilities of other people fucking up and killing me - or worse, paralyzing me or shit like that - it just... fucks with my mind.
Long story short, I’m basically fucked no matter how this bomb explodes.