How Do You handle Death?

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BROOKLYNBROWNCOAT

Saturday, June 24, 2006 4:14 PM

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Originally posted by RiveR6213:
I don't know what all the drama's about regarding death. I've lost friends through suicide and natural causes. I've watched my friends go through the death of their parents and let me tell you; they were all over the place grieving, and getting all deep with thoughts and stuff. I'll never understand it.

Death for me means that this stupid madness called life is over, but some people take it in different ways. So, are you the type that goes completely to pieces when death comes a calling, or are you the cool, collect type that understands the cycle of this stupid life and realize that life equals loss?

River

I deal with death like i deal with life- in a drug induced haze constantly altering between the mania and derpessive parts.

all men die, not all men really live

AGATSU

Saturday, June 24, 2006 4:18 PM

That's not dealing with either one, that's running away from it. Should be quite obvious to someone with an IQ of 185+.
It's not "living", either. I was more or less constantly stoned for weeks - months, even - until 10 days ago, when I just quit and started dealing with things. Started LIVING again.
Death will take care of itself.

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BROOKLYNBROWNCOAT

Saturday, June 24, 2006 4:24 PM

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Originally posted by Agatsu:
That's not dealing with either one, that's running away from it. Should be quite obvious to someone with an IQ of 185+.
It's not "living", either. I was more or less constantly stoned for weeks - months, even - until 10 days ago, when I just quit and started dealing with things. Started LIVING again.
Death will take care of itself.

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That's disgusting!!!

AGATSU

Saturday, June 24, 2006 4:26 PM

That's your opinion. To each their own.

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CHRISTHECYNIC

Saturday, June 24, 2006 4:37 PM

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Originally posted by Agatsu:
Death will take care of itself.

I think that that is exactly what most people dislike about death.

AGATSU

Saturday, June 24, 2006 4:46 PM

Yeah well, but why worry about something you have no influence over anyways when you can rather cherish life until the two meet?

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CHRISTHECYNIC

Saturday, June 24, 2006 4:55 PM

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Originally posted by Agatsu:
Yeah well, but why worry about something you have no influence over anyways when you can rather cherish life until the two meet?

No idea, you'd have to ask someone else.

RIVER6213

Saturday, June 24, 2006 5:01 PM

I can't wait to see what my natural death's gonna be. I'm betting on a heart attack or a stroke, but the way my luck's been all my life, I'm gonna get hit by a thoughtless person who is too busy talking on a cell phone, while driving a car to see me as I start to walk across the street. I hope it’s quick.

Who the hell revived this thread? I thought it was all done...oh well. Death, my favorite subject. It’s funny though. I've come all this way in life and death is the only thing I really think about 24/7...really funny.

Is it possible to really be done with life? I mean life is like going to an amusement park. You've rode all the rides, you ate all the food, you went to all the shows, you drank all the wine, you watched all the people, and now there’s really nothing left to do. I mean you can ride all the rides again, but it’s not the same. You can go to another amusement park, but it’s just the same as the last one.

All the food tastes the same. A sunny day to me is still like looking at 5,000 shades of gray. There is nothing that people can do at this point that would surprise me. I could get on a plane right now and go to another part of the world and I would still find the same thing regardless if the country I went to was different in visual appearance, or rich or poor. People are people no matter where you go.

People need food, clothing, social life, status, love, wars, hate, sex, work, beliefs, groups, hobbies, interests...etc. No matter where you go in one form or another you find the same thing so why bother? It’s all so predictable and pointless. I'm totally done with this thing called life, and now I'm just waiting around to die seeing that I can't off myself. I have to wait for Mr. Death to choose my method of death, and Mr. Death is taking his sweet time, which is annoying. It’s like waiting at a bus stop for a bus that will never arrive.

I will to this day shall never understand why people place so much value on life. Life is such a thorny affair that's best avoided. And I know, I know!!! Life is what you make it. True. I've made a good life based on the expectations of the society that I currently live in, but in my opinion, life sucks and is meaningless. I was better off where I was before I was born...wherever that was.

How does one handle death? I am envious of the dead and the dying. At least they know that the suffering of life is over, but I feel sorry for the ones who still believe that life is this special thing because then death is a terrible thing for them....thank god I'm not one of them.

River

MINIME

Sunday, June 25, 2006 9:40 AM

Hi River,
My fault, I revived the thread, I came across it, and couldn't leave the last poster as being the news of a recent death.
I have to say, I'm intrigued by the conversation. Last year I spent 6 months working in outback Papua New Guinea in a hospital, and while I was there I watched a lot of people die. Some old, some young (10 days), some could have been helped in 'first world' countries, some probably not...
That sounds a little like I was sitting back observing disinterestedly as people died - not true. I was there to try and stop that from happening...
So, while I very much personally relate to how you feel - I currently have several doctors and friends trying to convince me that I have clinical depression (part of the price I pay for having doctors as friends) - and have spent inordinate amounts of my own time contemplating death, for me, death is still, generally, the enemy.

I realise this may not at all address your situation - just my own reflection on reading this post and having visited a friend who is into his 12th month of post-traumatic stress disorder after 30 years of life as a cop - policeman, for non-Aussies - seeing horrible car accidents and shootings etc.

RIVER6213

Sunday, June 25, 2006 10:09 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by minime:
Hi River,
My fault, I revived the thread, I came across it, and couldn't leave the last poster as being the news of a recent death.
I have to say, I'm intrigued by the conversation. Last year I spent 6 months working in outback Papua New Guinea in a hospital, and while I was there I watched a lot of people die. Some old, some young (10 days), some could have been helped in 'first world' countries, some probably not...
That sounds a little like I was sitting back observing disinterestedly as people died - not true. I was there to try and stop that from happening...
So, while I very much personally relate to how you feel - I currently have several doctors and friends trying to convince me that I have clinical depression (part of the price I pay for having doctors as friends) - and have spent inordinate amounts of my own time contemplating death, for me, death is still, generally, the enemy.

I realise this may not at all address your situation - just my own reflection on reading this post and having visited a friend who is into his 12th month of post-traumatic stress disorder after 30 years of life as a cop - policeman, for non-Aussies - seeing horrible car accidents and shootings etc.

Good to know someone here sees the picture for what it is. This is not about me...not about me in any way. I'm not depressed, I'm just sick of life. Nothing new, nor nothing special here. I have a few doctors as friends and I suggest you steer clear of them. They mean well, but they can be a problem. Thank god for my security clearance, or I would have been locked up a long time ago, and locked up I should be.

Sorry you had to see a bunch of old people and kids die. Good job on trying to stop it. I've seen enough children die in my time and it really puts a zap on your head. My problem is that I could never distance myself from the suffering of another. I have this amazing ability...call it a curse, to to be there when someone suffers. I take it all in. I can't block it...never could, and I hold it all in because there is no other place it can go.

In the Peace Corp I can't tell you how many times a child died in my arms. In certain parts of the world, life is cheap, and humans are expendable. You can't go through all of that and not have something taken away from your soul. You paid a price and you will continue paying that price for the rest of your life. Whoops, I think I went too far in explaining. Sorry.

I'm glad that death is still your enemy. You sound like you still have some life in you which is a good thing so I've heard. Tip. Keep a bunch of people who love you around you. Stay involved in human activity. Never spend too much time alone, and for god sakes don't drink and write.

Look to the dead to teach you survival.

River

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