nebulaz
Member
- Mar 11, 2021
- 22
I think I'm narcissistic in a way, I don't and have never actually hated myself. The world doesn't deserve me. I'm above being owned by humans and violated by other life forms and time itself. I want to die to exercise control over all of this.
And I don't think I can knowing my body is going to be "processed" industrially in a system, violated and treated like all the rest. It's all so cold. It's like I didn't own my life and can't even own my death. I feel like livestock, or a decommissioned robot. I know I shouldn't care because I'll be dead but I really do. The thought repulses me so deeply. I'll continue living just so I still have agency.
What I really want is to disappear. I necessarily want to be schrodingers cat. I see true crime shows where a body was never found and feel jealous. That person might be "dead" but they were never processed meat on a table somewhere. They were never a dead body except to perhaps the murderer. To me it's like the closest thing to immortality. I would never be a "dead body". I'd never be old or sick or ugly. I'd live in a sort of beauty through my work and photographs and memories until I was forgotten.
Anyone know how I can have that for myself? I have somestupid ideas, and it seems so much easier if some psycho destroyed every bit of me so I'd effectively be dead, but not- anyway anyone else know how I can really disappear so that humans will never find me, but I live on as a thought?
And I don't think I can knowing my body is going to be "processed" industrially in a system, violated and treated like all the rest. It's all so cold. It's like I didn't own my life and can't even own my death. I feel like livestock, or a decommissioned robot. I know I shouldn't care because I'll be dead but I really do. The thought repulses me so deeply. I'll continue living just so I still have agency.
What I really want is to disappear. I necessarily want to be schrodingers cat. I see true crime shows where a body was never found and feel jealous. That person might be "dead" but they were never processed meat on a table somewhere. They were never a dead body except to perhaps the murderer. To me it's like the closest thing to immortality. I would never be a "dead body". I'd never be old or sick or ugly. I'd live in a sort of beauty through my work and photographs and memories until I was forgotten.
Anyone know how I can have that for myself? I have some
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