Is it normal these things that happen to dead people bother me?
Anyone’s death alone is both a tragic and terrifying thing, but the after math I also find disturbing. Every time I see a skeleton I think how strange it is that most everyone I know will someday look like that. Even some of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen are all just the same bones underneath (I especially started thinking this way about a girl I had a crush on in high school. It’s hard to explain, but she both acted and looked so innocent, and I felt a strange connection when I looked in her eyes. It scared me to realize that all those features of hers would fade some day). And it’s kinda weird, I’ve seen some of the most horrific gory pictures imaginable online, and although they disturbed me, I can’t say I felt any trauma from them. The only deaths I’ve had to face are my dad (who died when I was a baby so I have no recollection of his death), my dog, and my grandpa, and when my dog died I refused to be there when he was put down, and I refused to look at my grandpa’s body when he died. I personally like methods like cryogenic freezing or whatever it is they did with Vladimir Lenin. I guess I don’t like finality, I’ve been researching ways people could prolong life in the future, but I’m caught between whether I really want to live forever or if there’s really a point where I think it’s time to go. I’m only 19 and I’ve thought about death a lot my short life. I just don’t want it to end unexpectedly, and I have a lot of soul searching to do so I can confirm what I believe about the afterlife or the lack thereof. I just hope I won’t die before I’ve made up my mind.