Immortality

Yes, here at "Just Thinking", we cover only the most realistic, hard-hitting topics around.

I don't know that anyone actually cares about this anymore - seemed like more of a hot topic when I was younger / in grade school. On the off-chance that it is still on anyone's mind; living forever would suck, and here's why:

Think of how tired you are now. *shuts book, leaves*

If we were to extend the boundaries of realism for a moment and say that yes, we could live forever (or at least a very long time, indeed) if we so chose, there are many things to consider.

1. Once we choose to live forever, is there no takesies backsies? Is there a contract involved?
2. Do you get to know if your friends are on board / get to be eternal alongside you?
3. Will you be frozen at your current age forever, or just keep slowly decaying?
4. Is your mind to decay along with your body at its typically expected rate?

Imagine how demented you would be at even two-hundred. All of your friends and family are gone. You are perpetually drowning in an ocean of loneliness. No one to talk to. Nothing to really keep your mind socially sharp. The monotony of the daily agenda tucking away at you, one marble at a time; eroding the last bits of humanity in you. Your mind is fading and your eyesight's getting worse - now you can't even read or learn to pass the time. Eternal boredom. In one way or another: you're a goner!

I wonder if we were only meant to live for so long, but now that we have medicine / healthcare / doctors / diagnosis, we can prolong the inevitable when really we shouldn't. Is this why our bodies have such problems in our old age? Because they weren't designed for more than a few decades? Remember in Medieval times (sure do!) when everyone started working at nine years old, got married at twelve and had a parade in their name if they made it past twenty-two? Who is to say that they "died young"? Perhaps Science and Evolution are watching us all, mouths agape, in great disbelief and childlike wonder.

"Omg, Science... He's ninety-eight and still going!"
"By all accounts, it doesn't add up!"

And what is the use? Of it all? That is to say, I am uncertain of our collective "purpose", if we even have one. So what bloody good does it do having all of us whinging on? I am not sure that even we know. Perhaps it all comes down to the instinct of survival: we don't know why or how, all we know is that we must keep living!

In my opinion, the minute my mind goes, the rest of me can exit along with it. I do not wish to live if it is to be a life of such desperate confusion. I never know where I am and need an extra hour in the morning to have someone convince me of my name? I'm out.

Of course all this immortality supposition is nonsense and is of absolutely no use to anyone. Unless I was aiming to portray just how painful it would be to have a "fun", theoretical conversation with me in real life.