In this post: the assumption that people will miss me when I die.
I’ve been really overly obsessed with atheism recently but it’s not something you would openly want to start a conversation about unless the other person is on your side too. Religion is not fun to bring up when a lot of your friends still claim to be Christian/Catholic (football teams being the ultimate factor in this, followed by praying hands and rosary bead tattoos that you can’t take back). Tumblr is a bit more accepting and I feel like I can speak a lot more openly here, despite barely being on the website anymore.
I just wanted to leave this here so that the decent people can pass the message on for when I die (cause the good folk will be reading through this crying obvzz).
I would love you to tell anyone using the phrases “you’re in a better place hunniii” or “God has another angel up there in heaven” and so on that lived a God-free life after high school and I’m pretty content being God-free when I die so fuck his angels, and with my history I wouldn’t get past their golden gates anyway. Each to their own and they can pray for me all they like if it makes them feel better but I’ll be spinning in my grave if that’s all that I have to offer. I want to be the kind of person that people will be able to share a funny story about and I just want people to miss me for me. I don’t want to leave this earth with nothing to show but a facebook wall full off nonsense that has nothing to do with me or how I lived my life. In my opinion we’re all here to live for making the most of what we’ve been given and we ultimately do not know for certain what happens after we die, so why should we suffer our time here trying to secure a place in an afterlife. This life just now is everything that matters. If one of my friends died, I’d love to be able to go onto their facebook page and read stories about their life to laugh and cry about, and know that they would be missed by all. If the page was filled with religious ramblings it would make me more upset because I would know how amazing they were but it would be such a depressing closure to see that all that anyone has to say is what they are programmed to say in the event of death.
I don’t even think I want a funeral. The idea of some priest spouting out the same bullshit he does every day of the week about every death to end a persons life (with words that I didn’t even live by) just angers me.
I might just copy and paste this and set it as my will. And in that case I still stick by my first will in primary saying that my best childhood friend Louise can have all my TY Beanie Babies. Then just sell the rest of my stuff and burn my diaries - it would be best for everyone if they just weren’t read.
NOTE: Today was the day that I found a bug in a pistachio nut after eating half the pack and consequently I have been thinking about a lot of what if’s… ‘what if I ate the bugs family, what if it was poisonous, what if I die, don’t be stupid Jodie it’s not going to kill you but what even will happen when you die…’ so that is the origin of this post.