Let’s just say that even if you where immortal, there is still the issue of your “soul” aging. In other words, you know you are old, and you won’t enjoy playing Pokemon Platinum in the same way.
Society will also increasingy isolate you in various ways.
Fear mongering nonsense. Did anyone feel that way when infant mortality went way down?
You’ll have other people the same “old” as you to hang out with. Many people say they “feel 25” inside, well guess what, now we can make your body align with that.
We already have “anti-aging” compared to how people aged, say, two hundred or two thousand years ago.
Besides, “immortality” is an absolute, you can always choose to unalive yourself if you feel so strongly about Pokemon Platinum. No Greek-style tragedy of the “immortal” who can’t kill themselves.
Seems to me there is a lot more in life that can be enjoyed with a few extra centuries.
Or even better, a Logan’s Run style of extended youth for your “allotted” four score and ten, then poof! Carousel. No aging, no senescence, no frailty, sickness, disease, waning sense and shrinking brains, just extended 20-something for 60 years, then ZAAP!
I’ll take that over the meandering aging nonsense of how I’m supposed to revel in my aging carcass.
PS: There is no soul. Just complex patterns in a vat of neurons.
Ok. All that just to tell you I’m 29, and get asked occasionally what grade I’m in. I’d know. I can already see all the anti-aging interventions, but I feel like I missed out on something permanently. Like nothing can make up for that fact.
And that is why I’m going to compensate by being a glorious warrior. I have nothing else left.
Knew a fellow who had a similar look. He’d go into the bars and hand the hottest woman there a $20 and ask her to buy the drinks because he was afraid of getting carded. Most of the time they enjoyed the idea of corrupting an innocent and paid for his drinks.
Not saying I’d rather be dead (oftentimes I would), but there’s some things money, time, and success can’t fix. Like for example: if you fuck a goat, you are a goat fucker for life.
Let’s just say that even if you where immortal, there is still the issue of your “soul” aging. In other words, you know you are old, and you won’t enjoy playing Pokemon Platinum in the same way.
Society will also increasingy isolate you in various ways.
Fear mongering nonsense. Did anyone feel that way when infant mortality went way down?
You’ll have other people the same “old” as you to hang out with. Many people say they “feel 25” inside, well guess what, now we can make your body align with that.
We already have “anti-aging” compared to how people aged, say, two hundred or two thousand years ago.
Besides, “immortality” is an absolute, you can always choose to unalive yourself if you feel so strongly about Pokemon Platinum. No Greek-style tragedy of the “immortal” who can’t kill themselves.
Seems to me there is a lot more in life that can be enjoyed with a few extra centuries.
Or even better, a Logan’s Run style of extended youth for your “allotted” four score and ten, then poof! Carousel. No aging, no senescence, no frailty, sickness, disease, waning sense and shrinking brains, just extended 20-something for 60 years, then ZAAP!
I’ll take that over the meandering aging nonsense of how I’m supposed to revel in my aging carcass.
PS: There is no soul. Just complex patterns in a vat of neurons.
Ok. All that just to tell you I’m 29, and get asked occasionally what grade I’m in. I’d know. I can already see all the anti-aging interventions, but I feel like I missed out on something permanently. Like nothing can make up for that fact.
And that is why I’m going to compensate by being a glorious warrior. I have nothing else left.
Must be a troll account tbh. The name is too on brand.
Sorry, but nothing has been made more obsolete by AI than wasting people’s time.
Do I need to post my diagnosis?
Knew a fellow who had a similar look. He’d go into the bars and hand the hottest woman there a $20 and ask her to buy the drinks because he was afraid of getting carded. Most of the time they enjoyed the idea of corrupting an innocent and paid for his drinks.
Priceless. I can drink a certain hard drink casually…Thank you for giving me ideas
To be fair, my buddy has been doing this for a while. Baby steps.
Tell that to my knees
I’d rather be isolated than dead.
Not saying I’d rather be dead (oftentimes I would), but there’s some things money, time, and success can’t fix. Like for example: if you fuck a goat, you are a goat fucker for life.
Whose life though? If all people are dead who knew about the goat fucking, then you might lose that „title“. ;)
Plus if you get dementia. But there would have to be always a trace, right?
Depends. Will I still have my glasses, now that I have time to read all the books in the library?