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Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
that's the beauty of confession.
Years ago, I had pulled a rib muscle and had a stressful week at work. Pain + adrenilin made me sure I was having a heart attack- at the Emergency room when they asked religion I said "none...................................................wait can you change that to Catholic?"
we all go back.
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Not me. I had a blow induced freak out (thought I was having heart attack) and had an epiphany on the beach (North Carolina back in 1994) that religion is possibly the dumbest thing imaginable.
Two years ago some assjack doc told me I might have a nasty cancer. Turned out to be a minor nothing issue. I looked down the barrel of the gun and again thought "Religion? What could be more asinine and pointless?" I was rather comfortable with the notion that I'd go somewhere I wouldn't understand and hopefully would maybe retain consciousness and learn the meaning of life. But that absurd organized religious nonsense people run around bleating about all over this country struck me as the most absurd notion for any person pondering his mortality to consider.
In the end, I will kill myself. When I'm old and sick, I will end things. I can't think of any other dignified exit. Otherwise, some fool will ramble at the service about how it was "God's will" or I was "called home." Thanks, but I'd rather be recalled for having the good sense to call myself home, on my own goddamned schedule.
I also like the idea of pissing all over the notion that we have finite existances which some deity controls and actually cares enough to terminate on some special day.
