A couple of weeks ago while I was walking to work, I watched a skink crossing the road.. And then getting hit.
The car didnt stop to look or anything.. I almost cried. Because I was on my way to work there was nothing I could do but keep walking, I had to leave the skunk there to die on the road... I felt awful. So I promised myself later that day I would help it by moving it off the road, So it could rest in peace.
When I got home from work my boyfriend was sitting at the computer, I looked at him and asked, Do we have a shovel? Does anyone in the building have a shovel? He said no and asked why.. I didnt tell him, I just said i had to take care of something. I knew he wouldnt understand. So I went into the kitchen and got some plastic bags, and took the ten minute walk back to where the skunk was. I picked it up and placed him under a tree where he wouldnt be bothered.
Every day I walk by that tree and I can smell skunk in the air.. He's laying there decaying, And there isnt a damn thing I can do about it. His body is deteriorating, He doesnt even have a face anymore..
Im bringing this up mostly because I've been thinking about death a lot lately, I watched a show about how different cultures handle their dead loved ones. What would happen to my body if I died tomorrow? Would they burry me? Burn me? Throw me to the ocean? Make my corpse look like it was just sleeping? Freeze me? All of these things seem so invasive.. I dont want them touching me or my things. I dont even LIKE my family, I dont want my body under their control.
So I've realized that once you die, Not only do you loose your life, But your life becomes even more of everyone's business than it ever was to begin with. Your diary is public material. Anything hidden in your underwear drawer? Well it wont be hidden for long. Any secrets or personal things, arent yours anymore. Your body either gets put on display, left to rot, or destroyed. All of these things just seem so damn awful to me.
Dont think Im afraid of dying, Its not that at all.. There's nothing scary about not existing anymore, Or whatever else you believe in.. I really really dont like what happens to a person or animal physically after death.
TLDR; Death sucks.
The car didnt stop to look or anything.. I almost cried. Because I was on my way to work there was nothing I could do but keep walking, I had to leave the skunk there to die on the road... I felt awful. So I promised myself later that day I would help it by moving it off the road, So it could rest in peace.
When I got home from work my boyfriend was sitting at the computer, I looked at him and asked, Do we have a shovel? Does anyone in the building have a shovel? He said no and asked why.. I didnt tell him, I just said i had to take care of something. I knew he wouldnt understand. So I went into the kitchen and got some plastic bags, and took the ten minute walk back to where the skunk was. I picked it up and placed him under a tree where he wouldnt be bothered.
Every day I walk by that tree and I can smell skunk in the air.. He's laying there decaying, And there isnt a damn thing I can do about it. His body is deteriorating, He doesnt even have a face anymore..
Im bringing this up mostly because I've been thinking about death a lot lately, I watched a show about how different cultures handle their dead loved ones. What would happen to my body if I died tomorrow? Would they burry me? Burn me? Throw me to the ocean? Make my corpse look like it was just sleeping? Freeze me? All of these things seem so invasive.. I dont want them touching me or my things. I dont even LIKE my family, I dont want my body under their control.
So I've realized that once you die, Not only do you loose your life, But your life becomes even more of everyone's business than it ever was to begin with. Your diary is public material. Anything hidden in your underwear drawer? Well it wont be hidden for long. Any secrets or personal things, arent yours anymore. Your body either gets put on display, left to rot, or destroyed. All of these things just seem so damn awful to me.
Dont think Im afraid of dying, Its not that at all.. There's nothing scary about not existing anymore, Or whatever else you believe in.. I really really dont like what happens to a person or animal physically after death.
TLDR; Death sucks.
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