I…still cannot wrap my head around the fear of death. If you’re dead, that’s it, done, your warranty is void and all that. What to fear?
I fear consequences of my death - shit people close to me will be put through. But death itself? It’s like fearing time. Shit’s just there, always was, always will be, touches all of us and nobody can do shit bout it.
Probably dying is a better thing to fear, as that could be painful or slow. Especially in old age.
“Alexa, all lights off.”
Now, talk to me about going up the stairs from the basement alone…
Everyone knows that’s how the evil clown, ghost, or whatever basement demon living in your house gets you…
Grabs your ankles ands pulls you right back down…
I walk slowly to my room in the dark to assert dominance
How is the dark the least scary? In the dark, there may be a serial killer shark that looks like a clown
I don’t think serial killers are scarier than sharks. I can see myself surviving an encounter with a serial killer. I cannot see myself surviving an encounter with a goddamn shark.
Sure you can.
- Look under the water.
- oh shit a shark.
- shark don’t give a fuck bout no human, keeps on swimmin.
- you survived.
You could also survive a serial killer in a similar way.
“Here’s your latte, Sir.”
But also, you could take a small shark.
Lot of cowards in them “statistics.”
It looks like some PEZ dispensers (for reference).
