"If I die..."

On social media, I waed into drama. It never fails to be the moment where I wade knee-dip, into saccharine-sweet, thick-as-molasses candy-fluff, meaningless content, but, I ran into some girl, whose profile tag line referenced her self-pitying magnanimity regarding her own death. 

I was dead, for billions of years, before i became alive, and, it didn't affect me in the slightest way

Mark Twain

Madam, allow me to assure you of 3 things:

1. During your life, your participation in group consciousness, & society, & the hive mind, will have justified the resources consumed to keep you alive, only in the very best-case scenario. In the worst-case scenario, the second you are gone, a multitude of people are freed up, to seek out new associations with people who are mutually beneficial, not just a drain. You WILL die, & something more interesting, more absorbing, & rewarding will have already taken your place. So, you will not care that you died. No one else will, either.

2. After you are dead, & the sordid, nasty business of bringing up whoever is going to fulfill the space you were consuming is complete, then, there will be no need for your advisement about what we should do about it. When Death finally arrives, you will inform death death arrived too late, and then, you will be gone, so, that is why no one will do anything about you, because, once you are gone, you are no longer relevant, so, there is absolutely no cause, or reason, to bring up a recollection, even, that you exist, because you won't. 

3. If you are going to speak on the topic of your death, next time, please have the intellectual honesty to think about it, before you open your stupid mouth and expand a topic whose emotional charge you did not take the time to comprehend. I have visited every future moment that seemed relevant to perceive, myself. For God knows what reason, I impulses towards viewing my own, personal ending, many, many times. And, please, allow me to inform you, I have lived my death, 1000 times, already, fully. And, at the end of it, I was no longer fearful. I was bored. My death, will be the most painfully boring event that the universe has ever witnessed. It was such an unintelligent waste of good, non-boring life potential, to re-watch my death, that, I willed myself to forget about it, so that I could return to the present and find something to do that is more painlessly meaningful.and, I recommend the exact same, to you.

If you doubt my words, just start attending funerals, & don't stop attending funerals until you and I are laughing, about how the dominant, majority, average motive, to attend a funeral, is seeking closure, for revenge, via spite. As in, this is the very last time, I will ever have to allow this stupid asshole to waste my life, & block my potential, to triuly live, with more content, that is flat, inane, & meamingless, beyond belief. 😅🤣😂

Remember, you have to give everyone something special, in order for them to grieve the absence of something good, in which case their grief will be at an impotence to replace you. 

Secondly, nostalgia deletes the negative aspects of memory, but, you have to have supplied some good content, too, before people can be nostalgic about you. If you provided no valuable content, then, nostalgia has nothing to clean, so, they will not get nostalgic. At very best, they will grieve the present, ongoing void, in content, material, purpose, & meaning. Which doesn't mean they will be sad about the absence of you. It means they will be sad, or, perhaps mad, about boredom, that is all.

You began your rational exploration, inspecting the theoretical presumption that you shall be worth missing. Don't do that. Don't begin, by exploring if you will be worthy of being missed. Begin by exploring what kind of values, lived out, & embodied, that could makes a person's absence worthy of being grievously missed.

Like ALL fearful, avoidant, valueless, chaotic, insecure, wasteful people, you didn't even arrive at thinkimg about the event you were going to think about, before you started throwing out commands, & advisement, ever so thoughtlessly, without context, or aim, or application.

If you must force us all to listen to you, then,  begin your exploratory reasoning, from, after I am dead.... Aka, now that I am dead, _________. Do you understand? What advise, or command, from you, is contextually relevant. In the scenario where you are dead? You are dead, so, you are irrelevant. If you had actually been thinking about your death, and you had started your thinking, about death, by actually thinking about the thing itself, you wouldn't be telling people what to do about it. You would have realized that one person dies, and there is nothing anyone can do about that. So, you would have been silent, in the face of the great mystery. Not feeling insecure, & abusing others' authority in an attempt to secure yourself.

 So, if you waste my precious time,once more forcing me to facilitate you giving advise & disbursing commands, about a scenario you refuse to even consider, then, consider this: you might make me so curious about that moment that I will help you get there, immediately, so that we all experience the truth of what we should have to do, rather than comtinue to suffer your conjecture about what might possibly be the next steps. 

Talk to me about your death one more time. I dare you. Do it, just once, & I'll be your taxi service, & I'll transport you to straight to the event horizon, directly, if you continue to arouse me to the desire to find out. Fuck around, more please. I will want to find out.

****Ugh. There is SO much concrete, substantial, relevant, & meaningful material, to fulfill oneelf with, while you are still alive. I absolutely HATE, & despise, & condemn those who deny the #RealMeaningOfChristmas  in order to disassociate, into unrealistic, divorced from reality, reality-free, floating point, context independent, meaningless valueless, invalid conjecture, instead. 

I mean, if you reject reality, just have the decency to not force the rest of us, away from reality, into your fantasy, instead. Do so, privately, and keep your Alice In Wonderland explorations of the void private, since it is only ever safe, to non-offensively assume one's flights into fantasy are one's personal interest, only, and, safe to assume that it would be an egregious offense to force anyone else to have to know about it. You want to be not be alone, you have to come down into reality, and give people a good reason to join themselves with you. You have to find justifiable common cause, and present it, asking for participation by consent, with a presentation of real information.

I despise, who steals my solitude, without givong me real companionship, instead.

Some Philospher