Eating 30% of Satan - A Ramble About Death and Fanfiction · 8:31pm Nov 10th, 2012
This thing is inspired by a post by my good chum Fiddlebottoms
I generally try to eat my fruits and veggies, and I always make a point of exercising for at least an hour a day. I have a restlessness that forces me to move around to the point where I've had a history of damaging my leg muscles from the sheer amount of walking/running.
However, when I'm eating out (especially if I'm eating desert), I like to wallow in my own decadence without any pretense of healthiness.
Tonight, I ate the new Polled Pork Memphis Double BBQ Burger from Carl's Jr. The burger alone contains roughly the same amount of calories an athlete would eat in an entire day, never mind the crap that's in the soda and fries. Two different animals had to die so that I could eat it, and I myself am likely to be sent to an early grave because of it, bringing that burger's death toll up to three. In the Bible, Satan kills a total of ten people in the entire history of the world. If you're a member of PETA, then you must believe that three and one-third Polled Pork Memphis Double BBQ Burgers are as evil as Satan.
I ate one.
The point I'm trying to get to is that I'm not particularly preoccupied with preserving my own existence, despite not believing in any sort of afterlife. I've often heard other atheists lament the fact that there is (presumably) nothing after death. Of course, I'm not going to complain if it turns out I'm wrong and there is something after death (although I'll probably be sentenced to an eternity of being poked in the ass by pitchfork-wielding demons for offending one or more gods, in which case I would complain quite a bit), but for the most part, the idea that I'm just a soulless lump of meat that's going to break down and turn into shit in a few years doesn't bother me, which is kind of odd because most people I've met who do believe that there's a paradise waiting for them are absolutely terrified of dying. I've reached a Zen-like state where I've accepted my powerlessness over death. Its not something I can do anything about, so worrying about it is pointless.
I always thought it was silly how paranoid people have gotten since Columbine. Eric and Dylan practically shut down the entire country even though they only managed to kill about twelve people, which is the same as four burgers and 20% cooler than Satan. Any death's a tragedy, but in the grand scheme of things twelve deaths are not even a blip on the radar. Some people said "Oh shit! We gotta get rid of the guns!" and others said "Oh shit! We gotta get even more guns than before!" which is really pretty silly, because what if someone brings a bomb? You're not going to be able to shoot them before they blow the whole room up, and you can't just ban bombs, because you can find all the ingredients you need to make one at Walmart. If someone wants to kill you badly enough, you're pretty much fucked.
Even leaving aside psychotic killers, you can be killed by diseases, drunk drivers, falling pieces of ceiling, cigarettes, packs of wild dogs, or pollution. Raccoons shit airborne parasites that burrow into your brain, so you can't even breathe without risking death in this world. You could literally drop dead at any moment. Just accepting that life is a fragile and fleeting thing is liberating.
Memories also die. How much of your life do you really remember? One percent? Two percent? Even if you lived forever, all the stuff you do will eventually fade from memory. I don't worry about death because I die every day. You really have no choice but to live in the moment.
That's part of why I like fanfics. They are works of art that exist in the moment. They're not going to last. They're not going to be remembered or put in a museum. They're not going to be seen by more than a few hundred or thousand people, and none of them are going to remember them for long. Most writers make up their stories as they go, so you can see how a story grows and changes and interact with the author. You can be a part of the story.
You'll forget about it, of course, but that's ok because it's here now, and there'll be a new story to watch when its over.
Obligatory plug for The Cockroach Club, because it won't be around forever. Neither will the people in it. All of you are going to die. You're going to die, Sunshine-Smiles.
>when I'm eating out
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My sentiments exactly, well put pascal.
I also believe there's no such thing as importance, and that we're ll infinitely insignificant in the grand scheme of things, one person may think of animals as humans, another may not give a shit about slaughter houses (me) as long as they have bacon for breakfast.
The concept of significance is metaphysical and doesn't exist in the physical realm, much like the internet but not shared, therefore it can't have any set value and depends solely on the person experiencing it. therefore I think things only matter as much as you think they matter. And he/she with the most motivation/ power imposes there views on everyone else.
Ergo if you stop giving a shit about things beyond your control, they won't bother you (unless they affect you personally)
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Quoting Anon,
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Let us have as much fun as possible, then.
Among my many contradicting philosophies that i put my faith in, I am a solipsist. (Disregard the fact that it is completely not matching my pantheism)
Do other humans exist? I have no proof. Everything could be one big machine, or the whole humanity could be a collection of tulpas developed by my mind.
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According to my philosophy, I do not give a shit about absolutely anything, and nothing bothers me. Works.
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I tend to agree partially with Solipsism, you can't be sure of anything you perceive but you can be sure that what you think is what you are thinking. Kinda goes hand in had with nothing really matters.
I was just rereading this, and was that there before? I don't know how I missed it
I've always hoped my death would be unexpected and violent. The idea of me answering the door someday only for someone to blow my brains out sends me into giggles
I'm touched, though I don't really expect to even survive the next five years, especially considering my diet
I agree with a lot of your thought