Oh I can guarantee that if my friend had woken up from that coma I would have given him the biggest hug you could ever imagine, proceeded by the most forceful fist to the face my anger would be capable of.
It was such a surreal feeling, I was so angry at him for having died, and I wanted to hold on to that anger. Because if I could feel emotions caused by him, then it was like he was still alive.
If it was ever definitively proven that there was no afterlife I might just fucking kill myself. There is no way that people can just be gone forever, it just doesn’t work.
I’m not afraid of dying, I’m afraid of the awkward social situation that follow
Oh I can guarantee that if my friend had woken up from that coma I would have given him the biggest hug you could ever imagine, proceeded by the most forceful fist to the face my anger would be capable of.
It was such a surreal feeling, I was so angry at him for having died, and I wanted to hold on to that anger. Because if I could feel emotions caused by him, then it was like he was still alive.
If it was ever definitively proven that there was no afterlife I might just fucking kill myself. There is no way that people can just be gone forever, it just doesn’t work.