Becoming comfortable with CTB.

[WAITING TO DIE]

Um plasticine tibia longtime?

That Radix phrase...That's the only Latin I know. I just remember it from a lesson on Chaucer, Canterbury Tales. I hated it - the book, not the language.

Latin always reminds me of the exorcist for some reason.

 

[thewalkingdread]

I've been suicidal many times in the past, yet have always been fearful of ctb.

Persuading our bodies to catch the bus out of this "Hotel Hellifornia" is not easy...

But "up there" — in our minds, as Kramer says: we're all already gone.

 

[WAITING TO DIE]

I said: yes. it is. Do you like Latin? I can write simple Latin and you?

I like Latin it's a beautiful language. OK no prob, just asking when people here use Latin phrases.

Yeah, it's nice. Don't know why they stopped using it.

 

[tiger b]

Latin always reminds me of the exorcist for some reason.

It reminds me of the chanting monks who hit themselves over the heads with bibles in Monty Python's The Holy Grail...



That's the forum after you ctb

 

[WAITING TO DIE]

It reminds me of the chanting monks who hit themselves over the heads with bibles in Monty Python's The Holy Grail...

That reminds me, I must watch the life of Brian again.

 

[tiger b]

Anything else on the watchlist in particular?

 

[WAITING TO DIE]

Anything else on the watchlist in particular?

Mainly classics from the 70s. It's my favourite era.

 

[Photographer Fizzle]

I know some parts of your story what you've revealed in posts. A honorable suicide is always the best option when all other options have been taken. It's sad that life brought you to this point but you seem to be in peace with your decision.

I also think about my CTB plan everyday and my stuff is ready but yet as much as I want to leave and be dead bc that'd be better there's still a big part of me that stops me among other things. I never really thought about afterlife and such I don't feel fear when I think about death and CTB it#s more a false feeling of FOMO of life which is actually ridiculous bc there's nothing to miss in life.

I relate to the FOMO. Fear of Missing Out on affection, on sex, on success, on the future. But 1) it' not like I'm having any of that or m likely to at this trajectory and 2) at one point, we all will be dragged away, FOMO or not. Still, the instinct (not desire. I believe in precise word choice at all times) remains strong. I'm speaking of myself, of course, and to myself, perhaps mostly, on the subject of just being some scared, little animal.