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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
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.
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The point of no return isn't when you're still walking and the doc tells you you only have three months to live.
The time you can say for sure what you'll do is 2 months 29 days later when you can't walk anymore. If you don't go back then- you win- but I don't see how you'll tell us.
Fake heart attacks are much more immediate than false cancer diagnosises.
