No Stupid Questions

I was sitting at the neurology office. As the doctor starts to scroll through the pictures of the inside of my head I see a huge blob. Well, this is it, I thought. It's finally happening...

But then I remembered that scene from the Breaking Bad. These pictures can be decieving if you don't know how to read them.

"Looks clear" the doctor says. "That thing? Probably just some calcificate..."

But now I know. I'm not ready.

edit: I've never told this to anybody, and now I realized the first person I shared this traumatic moment with is a fucking communist. I hate the internet sometimes!

i will simply not care once i left this world. No need to make preparations. I can get an aneurism while gaming, get hit by a car, rot inside from cancer or die in my sleep when i'm an old hag. But as soon as i passed into the unknown (although for me it's certainly nonexistence) it won't matter if i am ready or not. It kind of gives me peace. It'll happen someday anyway.

Do you remember this scene in the admittedly pretty weird movie Waterworld?

That. Bring it.

If there were an alien craft hovering in a corn field I'd sprint to it with my thumb up screaming GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE

I exist in a costantly worsening state of existential dread caused by the omnipresent boot of fascism and corporatism oppressing us. I am always ready for this bitch to blow.

Honestly, I live in a tiny town none of you have ever heard of, faaar away from anything worth nuking. On top of that, it's shielded by mountains on most sides. Hell, there's a 15km long tunnell 5 minute walk from my house in case we need to shelter somewhere. Me and mine will probably be fine, but my livelihood will disappear.

But I'm a pretty handy guy who can probably build a decent power source from scrap I have in my basement considering there's a river nearby, so even if the rest of the world goes to hell, we'll manage to keep some sort of society running.

And I grew up on a farm, and could run one if needed. And there are quite a few farms in the area, so I guess being a farmhand will be my new career. I wouldn't like it, but I'd manage.

Sucks that I wouldn't be able to shitpost about it, though.

EDIT: Come to think of it, I have considered buying an emergency generator for unrelated reasons. I guess that could come in handy.

I thought I was going to get drafted just after 2001-09-11 as a young man in the US and nothing has really felt quite at that level since. I did buy a dosimeter when Ukraine was invaded. I don't know what the future holds. I'm glad I don't live near any US military bases nor in the US anymore.

I recently bought a car battery jump box, that has a full sized USB-A port on it. So yeah, I’m prepared.

We are gonna learn how easy and how damaging a dirty bomb is. And it will have been our fault.

its all downward and been way to real already for my tastes. computer. end program. computer. arch. computer. exit. computer. COMPUTER!

I'm ready to start smoking again.

?

I guess I'm dead lol

Depression is gonna go downhill if civillization collapses, I rather just reincarnate pls, to somewhere NOT EARTH, Type 3 Alien Civilization pls.

I’m ok with it. I would never end my own life prematurely, because I wouldn’t want to cause my loved ones any unnecessary suffering. But I’m not afraid of death.

The process of dying scares me but not death itself, so fuck it, whatever lets do this

Ready enough. Plan and prep for self-reliance but never forget we are social creatures and history has shown that in hard times most of us unite for survival rather than turn into post-apocalyptic war bands and cannibal biker gangs. Most people aren’t going to care that they had opposing views on Facebook a year prior when they’re sheltering from drones under the same husk of Walmart. And for the minority that are so truly, deeply, totally immersed in their bigotry that co-survival in the face of annihilation is not an option? That’s why I’m glad I stockpile in a state with incredibly lax gun laws.

Not at all.