[saturday] eternal life
Do you really want to live forever?
Jesus, Mary and Joseph, no. I can't even imagine how horrific that would be. Life is already tedious at times, with Delilah being my only true respite--and if it's tedious by this point, at twenty-nine, I don't want to consider what old age may hold for me, let alone even imagine immortality. I mean, oh, sure, if I had Delilah with me things would be well and fine for the first two hundred, maybe even three hundred years--but after that I'd be hunting for a way to end the both of us.
I would imagine you would just...run out, of everything. Things to do, places to go, people to meet. Everything, even getting out of bed, would grow to be a Herculean task. My better friends are immortal, (damn those fucking doors) and I just can't comprehend how they do it.
After a few centuries, I would simply lose my mind. Christ.
On the flipside, I find the concept of a permanent death most appealing. Not in any sort of boo-hoo suicidal sense. It would simply be incredible to find a definite conclusion, be it joy or suffering or, as I prefer to imagine it, peaceful nothingness. And to die with Delilah--ah, now that would be divine.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph, no. I can't even imagine how horrific that would be. Life is already tedious at times, with Delilah being my only true respite--and if it's tedious by this point, at twenty-nine, I don't want to consider what old age may hold for me, let alone even imagine immortality. I mean, oh, sure, if I had Delilah with me things would be well and fine for the first two hundred, maybe even three hundred years--but after that I'd be hunting for a way to end the both of us.
I would imagine you would just...run out, of everything. Things to do, places to go, people to meet. Everything, even getting out of bed, would grow to be a Herculean task. My better friends are immortal, (damn those fucking doors) and I just can't comprehend how they do it.
After a few centuries, I would simply lose my mind. Christ.
On the flipside, I find the concept of a permanent death most appealing. Not in any sort of boo-hoo suicidal sense. It would simply be incredible to find a definite conclusion, be it joy or suffering or, as I prefer to imagine it, peaceful nothingness. And to die with Delilah--ah, now that would be divine.