I discovered at a young age I felt the entire point of my life was to be remembered. To prove myself worthy of having sentience in the first place I feel it my solemn duty to contribute something to mankind that will outlast not only me but everyone I'll have ever met by the time I die. When I was younger I planned to build things. I wanted to rival the Pyramids with a giant Cube that could easily been seen from space... until I hit the age of Eleven and the impracticalities of such a plan were made apparent by my uncle who is a complete dream-killing D-bag.
As I grew up the challenge became more and more pressing; what would I do that could leave a lasting impression and ensure that I would be remembered? It has been 13 years since and I'm still not entirely certain what I'll do. Maybe I'll write a book that people will one day call a classic. Maybe I'll create a screen play or a song or act in a movie that will be thought of as unforgettable in generations to come. I'm not entirely sure what it will be but I know it will be something.
So when I do die my death won't matter- I will live on and on, my right to exist justified by my contributions. If I fail at that I expect them to dump my worthless corpse behind the chemical sheds and forget that I ever existed in the first place.
-Withers-
I don't want to be involved with my own funeral. Actually, I don't plan to be there. Once dead, I want to become an annoying ectoplasm. My goal is to be annoying until the end of times.
I discovered at a young age I felt the entire point of my life was to be remembered. To prove myself worthy of having sentience in the first place I feel it my solemn duty to contribute something to mankind that will outlast not only me but everyone I'll have ever met by the time I die. When I was younger I planned to build things. I wanted to rival the Pyramids with a giant Cube that could easily been seen from space... until I hit the age of Eleven and the impracticalities of such a plan were made apparent by my uncle who is a complete dream-killing D-bag.
As I grew up the challenge became more and more pressing; what would I do that could leave a lasting impression and ensure that I would be remembered? It has been 13 years since and I'm still not entirely certain what I'll do. Maybe I'll write a book that people will one day call a classic. Maybe I'll create a screen play or a song or act in a movie that will be thought of as unforgettable in generations to come. I'm not entirely sure what it will be but I know it will be something.
So when I do die my death won't matter- I will live on and on, my right to exist justified by my contributions. If I fail at that I expect them to dump my worthless corpse behind the chemical sheds and forget that I ever existed in the first place.
-Withers-
Most people achieve this by having a kid.
Why not? I did.So i can't have a giant statue built of myself?
Are you holding a dead chicken there?
It is indeed a Cat.Are you holding a dead chicken there?
It looks like a cat.
Eh?Most people achieve this by having a kid.
First of all, that's a shame. Secondly, there are orientation issues involved in direct procreation (the only sort I would find acceptable under the terms mentioned above). Finally, I don't want to be one of those parents who forces their children into sports at a young age, dictates which college they will attend, and then forces them into one of three careers (doctor, lawyer, business executive.) I have to do it. My parents pinned all their hopes and dreams on me but unlike them I've no intention of passing the buck.
My thoughts on death over the years-
1-7: Death? Whats that?
8-11: Giant lobsters are going to emerge from the closet and kill me. Either that or I'll be eaten by a dinosaur.
12-14: No longer afraid of dinosaurs, but somewhat afraid of Bigfoot and/or drowning. Though, not necessarily being drowned by a Bigfoot.
15-17: My classmates are going to kill me.
18-24: Death? Pshaw. I ain't 'fraid of no death. (Does a bunch of reckless stuff)
25-29: I am no longer going to die. A miracle breakthrough will be discovered any day now which will enable us all to live forever. It's inevitable. Thanks, marijuana, for this unique perspective.
30: Oh sh-t, I really am going to die.
31: and soon, if I don't quit the booze/pot/tobacco/kentucky fried chicken.
32: You're still going to die, and you don't believe in an afterlife. So better get cracking, sonny.
33-34: Plays Warcraft for two years.
35: Writes a novel.
Present: Plans to outlive his parents.![]()
... Most people achieve this by having a kid.
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