You will not have many friends with that opinion, but I understand, what you mean. I wonder how I will react at that age; if I want to be dead or if I want to enjoy every bit of family fun I can have.
If you ignore the ethical part, if you die, a biochemical process stops, the organic matter starts to decompose. Your “soul” will be gone and lost forever. So why feeding it with more experiences? A difficult, yet very interesting topic from a philosophical point of view.
When I was born both my grandfathers were either dead or a stroke made them nearly incommunicable. So I only had my grandmothers.
One infantalized me my entire upbringing. If I ever had to stay with her she would treat me like a small child even though I was between 8-13 years old. Forcing me to bed early, giving me little amounts of food, etc. Basically treating me like a house cat instead of her grandchild. My other grandmother tried to literally kidnap me from my parents, accusing my mother (who is a god damn angel to me and one of the best human beings I know) of being unable to raise me properly and that the ‘church’ would raise me better than she could.
I’m nearly 40. Only one grandmother still clings to life. I’ve hardly spoken to her in nearly 20 years.
She’s gonna die soon anyway. Why are we wasting money feeding it? (I have a lot of trauma around my grandparents, can you tell?)
You will not have many friends with that opinion, but I understand, what you mean. I wonder how I will react at that age; if I want to be dead or if I want to enjoy every bit of family fun I can have.
If you ignore the ethical part, if you die, a biochemical process stops, the organic matter starts to decompose. Your “soul” will be gone and lost forever. So why feeding it with more experiences? A difficult, yet very interesting topic from a philosophical point of view.
When I was born both my grandfathers were either dead or a stroke made them nearly incommunicable. So I only had my grandmothers.
One infantalized me my entire upbringing. If I ever had to stay with her she would treat me like a small child even though I was between 8-13 years old. Forcing me to bed early, giving me little amounts of food, etc. Basically treating me like a house cat instead of her grandchild. My other grandmother tried to literally kidnap me from my parents, accusing my mother (who is a god damn angel to me and one of the best human beings I know) of being unable to raise me properly and that the ‘church’ would raise me better than she could.
I’m nearly 40. Only one grandmother still clings to life. I’ve hardly spoken to her in nearly 20 years.