Death

Why are people scared to die?  It’s just the end.  You die and then you decompose.  It’s nothingness.  It’s an endless sleep without dreams.  You don’t have to think, you’re simply gone.  It’s not that unfathomable.

Why do people need a coping mechanism of sorts for death?  That’s all that religion is, that is all that heaven, paradise, and reincarnation are.  I don’t understand fear of death.  Once you’re gone it doesn’t matter anymore.  You don’t even know you are dead.  You don’t know anything.  You don’t think.  You just cease to exist.

Neglect

Why do I always feel so neglected?  It’s as if everyone–my friends, my family–are sweeping me away beneath a rug.  I’m not sure if it’s them or if it’s me, but it’s probably me, pushing them away.  But, if that’s how I want it, why do i feel this way?

One Moment

It’s really weird, but one moment can change your entire lifetime.  Things as small as what you wore on a given day can determine whether or not you meet somebody.  Just deciding to keep going on and get out of bed one more day can have a profound impact not only on other people, but on yourself.

Hate

I don’t understand hate.  I don’t understand how somebody can say, “I hate them,” after just hearing their name or seeing them somewhere, and I mean without ever having met them or really seen them portrayed as they really are.  I don’t get how you can look at another person and say that you would rather not have them exist than have their creed, gender, sexual orientation, race, religion, the list goes on and on, exist.  Today, I was watching some documentary on HBO about Rosie’s cruise.  It was all gay and lesbian couples.  It got me into that thinking kind of mood.  How can anyone say they hate them based on their orientation?  How can you look at another person and say that they’re not deserving of love, or marriage, or children, or whatever you want, based on that?  Is love not love in any form?   Is love not good?  What difference is there between you and whomever you hate?  Do they not have the same emotions as you?  What really makes them that different?  I just don’t understand.