God I hate these threads...



You're right. You're the only person, out of billions that have ever lived, and the people who actually thought up the idea of reincarnation, to think about that. Right.

Also, wtf on some 'I see a past life' shit. Possible, I guess, that the soul leaves the body, in Dean Koontz's words, as a little stubborn seed that latches into some knocked up whore's zygote and thus reincarnation takes place...but, uh...what in the fuck? Why do you people find the prospect of the inevitable seriously? Seriously, think about this: a thirteen year old white boy who drinks kool-aid all the fucking time is calling you people a sissy.

Uh...if you don't exist...it doesn't fucking matter. You don't exist. You don't worry, feel pain, don't feel happiness, nothing. You're dead. It's like a dreamless sleep...and I use to fret on this stupid shit day after day thinking about it...but seriously...I'm not afraid to sleep.

As for 'fear of the unknown', I don't fear the unknown. I don't fear looking for information like science articles about probes being sent to Titan and discovering liquid methane water, which was formerly unknown, so why should I fear death? Oh no, my brain shuts down and everything in life ceases to matter. Stop being a fretting pussy and move on. People are on some pseudo-philosophy shit these days and it's annoying. Maybe I'm lazy, but my morals rebelled when my teacher assigned me a paper to describe some of the shit like racial slurs around us as we read 'To Kill a Mockingbird'. I refused to do it because it's stupid shit, and I hate attempts at being deep, though I attempt it myself.

Point: Everything I do is right, and if you do the same thing you're still wrong, despite that making no sense. I am happy, and if you are happy you are a liar. The end, you death-fearing pussies.