Question #45: Scared of death
Has modern medicine backed humans at large to be somewhat scare of death?
b) if not, what in becoming modern man affected this?
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Glass shattering scream
It is not a new movie trailer, It was an incident which happened this morning at my home, my second son was sleeping in the bedroom, I just stepped out of the attached bath room of my bedroom, all I could hear is glass shattering scream from the hall and it sounded like my elder son, my wife who was in the kitchen, cooking ran towards the hall.
At first, I thought it was some kind of prank, Yes he does often. But this one sounded little odd. And the multiple screams did make my wife's leg shake in fear, Neither she didn't understand what was going on.I wasn't wearing my powered glasses but did see some black kind of thing moving just around the corner of my bedroom. I was bit worried for my sleeping second son, I didn't panic.
Still the screaming was going on, my wife inquiring for reason. I started to laugh and my second son woke up.I had nothing to worry, It was a god damn squirrel, After 3 long days of rain, which just stopped and I believe it was in search for food. Happen to smell some thing from the Kitchen, After hearing my elder son screaming, The squirrel panicked, ran helter skeltor and then entered the bedroom for safety. Gosh, It was one hell of a drama this morning. By the way the squirrel is still around my bedroom, I guess he wants to setup a sweet home on my bedroom loft.Here are some photos of the after rain math.
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#HUGE ass SCARY looking MOTHERFUCKING SPIDER SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME just NOW, almost ate shit when I walked Negative; ouch arachnid
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The Meaning of Life
My entire life is this huge paper mache ball, and every now and then, the pieces of newspaper fall off, revealing new headlines. I read the headlines and realize what is wrong.
And when I'm good and gone, I'll realize all my mistakes -but it will be too late to fix any of them.
As we get older, we gain wisdom. Most see this as a good thing.
I'd choose to live oblivious until death.
Life would be so much simpler if I had no worries. Carefree, free of obligations. No responsibility.
But I'm human. And humans always go searching for answers.
I can't ignore it, I need to understand. It's a constant throbbing pain. I want to know, but I know that understanding will make me cry.
I don't want to understand because it scares me, yet I have to have a reason for my life.
I can't be happy not knowing.
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When It's Quiet, I Get Scared
My boss is usually loud as hell all the damn time...from his whistling that is reminiscent of a serial killer to his out of sync random singing to his just loud talking period. Yesterday, he was actually using his inside voice all day. Why this terrifies me is because it usually means he's going to come in my office preaching the impending doom of another Great Depression. He'll spend an hour alone talking about the Recession and how we all need to be afraid and stop spending money. Listening to him spout off is enough to make you want to climb the stairs to the top of the nearest building and jump. VERY depressing.
I am currently looking for a way to tell him "Please do not talk to me about the recession everyday. You are depressing me and making me dread coming to work for fear that I will have to hear this speech another day. It does nothing for my morale and makes me want to quit my job simply so I can go get positivity elsewhere. If you can cut your recession speeches down to once a week and then gradually to once a month, I would greatly appreciate that". Anyone who knows how to say that better, please let me know.
He has yet to arrive at work today and I am basking in my positivity. Something tells me my good spirit is going to get pounced on by his gloom and doom today though.
Pray for me...I will most certainly be praying for myself.
