Does that bother you?
Within 20 years of your death, you will be completely forgotten
by Anonymous | reply 134 | August 3, 2018 12:34 AM |
Within 100 years, 99.99999% of the people alive today will be completely forgotten. 20 years, 100 years, 1000 years... Time rolls on. Doesn't bother me in the least.
by Anonymous | reply 1 | April 20, 2017 11:37 AM |
I'm already forgotten. Screw everybody.
by Anonymous | reply 2 | April 20, 2017 11:38 AM |
I think more people will remembered longer and longer in this digital age. If Brenda Frazier can still be remembered today then so can you.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | April 20, 2017 11:41 AM |
How would it bother me? I'll be dead.
by Anonymous | reply 4 | April 20, 2017 11:42 AM |
Speak for yourself OP.
by Anonymous | reply 5 | April 20, 2017 11:43 AM |
Nearly all of us will be dead after twenty years
by Anonymous | reply 6 | April 20, 2017 11:52 AM |
r3 Who's Brenda Frazier?
by Anonymous | reply 7 | April 20, 2017 11:54 AM |
You should be ashamed R7. Recheck your "I'm Still Here" lyrics, and not the Shirley Temple rewrite. Let's stick to the Yvonne De Carlo original.
by Anonymous | reply 8 | April 20, 2017 11:58 AM |
True.
And everything that you think is a big deal to you now, will be totally gone...as though it never existed.
My dad was a successful physician...top of his (large) firm...won awards, etc. But as soon as he retired, all that prestige & power evaporated into thin air. The world moved on without him.
My mom, however, was a feminist activist. Decades after she died, the non-profit she started in the 1970s finally recognized her contribution. They dedicated a plaque and a yearly award in her honor.
Weird, huh? Mom died without prestige, but has a lasting legacy...that she never expected. Dad died with everything that everyone else wants....and was instantly forgotten.
My advice? Experience as many happy moments as you can. Those are what you'll remember & take with you. Seek them...develop them. Our experience here is brief. Take it all in as though you were a tourist in a foreign land....because, in truth, you actually are just visiting...
by Anonymous | reply 9 | April 20, 2017 12:54 PM |
Thank you for sharing your experience, r9! Sounds like you had (have) a wonderful family!
by Anonymous | reply 10 | April 20, 2017 1:00 PM |
20 years?! Ha! I suspect it won't take much longer than 2-3 years after my death to significantly fade from the minds of those I leave behind.
by Anonymous | reply 11 | April 20, 2017 1:22 PM |
My death will be instantly forgotten, I have no family. That is fine, our lives are like footprints in the sand, washed away by the waves.
by Anonymous | reply 12 | April 20, 2017 1:40 PM |
Most of us were forgotten long ago. Try frightening us with something we don't know.
by Anonymous | reply 13 | April 20, 2017 1:49 PM |
OP--silly cunt.
by Anonymous | reply 14 | April 20, 2017 1:53 PM |
Like sands through the hourglass...so are the days of our lives.
Poignant huh? Whatev. See you fugs on the other side. But, you first okay?
by Anonymous | reply 15 | April 20, 2017 2:04 PM |
For most (non-famous) people who have some connection to children, (grandkids, nieces, nephews, godchildren etc.) the time of remembrance is more like 70 years. My grandmother died 55 years ago and I remember her well. When I'm gone, no one will.
by Anonymous | reply 16 | April 20, 2017 2:04 PM |
R7 I think he means Brendan Frazer, the film star. Mostly gone, but not quite forgotten.
by Anonymous | reply 17 | April 20, 2017 2:04 PM |
No I mean Brenda Frazier, the socialite who appeared on the cover of Life after her debutante ball and immortalized by Sondheim in the song "I'm Still Here" when Carlotta sings about all the events/people/places she survived to still be there today.
Any respectable gay can hear Yvonne De Carlo (or even Ann Miller on the Papermill recording) add that little extra zip to Frazzzier when she sings, "I've been through Brenda Frazier, and I'm here!"
by Anonymous | reply 18 | April 20, 2017 2:11 PM |
R7 Brenda Frazier was a socialite and debutante years ago, with no discernable talent. She tried to commit suicide over 30 times - she was certainly consistent.
by Anonymous | reply 19 | April 20, 2017 2:13 PM |
obviously no talent for self annihilation
by Anonymous | reply 20 | April 20, 2017 2:16 PM |
No family left to remember me. Maybe a friend or two. I'm okay with that. Neither my brother or sister had kids. I've always referred to my family as the last dying branch on the tree, or 'The Fall of the House of Usher'. I still visit my parents' and other relatives' gravesites, but I know that no one will bother to visit mine. Dust in the wind.
by Anonymous | reply 21 | April 20, 2017 2:27 PM |
We all die twice; the first time when you physically die and the second time when the last person who remembers you dies.
by Anonymous | reply 22 | April 20, 2017 2:44 PM |
Well, I've actually planted lots of trees (literally) that I think will still be around when I'm no longer here, but I think other people may appreciate. So that's something that gives me a little satisfaction.
by Anonymous | reply 23 | April 20, 2017 2:47 PM |
That's a good idea r23. I like that.
by Anonymous | reply 24 | April 20, 2017 2:52 PM |
Oh please, Mary r22.
by Anonymous | reply 25 | April 20, 2017 2:53 PM |
I don't have family or kids so I don't expect to be remembered, which has never bothered me. Though I do sometimes wonder if someone in the future will come across some of the stupid shit I wrote online and piece together the idiot life I've lead.
by Anonymous | reply 26 | April 20, 2017 2:53 PM |
I never cared much about having kids to pass my memory along -- but I do like that my name is on some things that will be left behind for eternity. My image too. That feels immortal enough.
by Anonymous | reply 27 | April 20, 2017 2:59 PM |
depends on how the OP meant "forgotten". No one alive today" remembers" Lincoln, but he certainly is not "forgotten". Evidence of our existence, (gravestones, diaries, public records, memorial gifts,) can endure for centuries, but actual people who remember us have a finite span of a few decades. We could show up in some future generation's genealogical research as an extinct branch of the family tree.
by Anonymous | reply 28 | April 20, 2017 3:08 PM |
This thread is soooo Deep.
by Anonymous | reply 29 | April 20, 2017 3:21 PM |
Oh hell I fully expect to be completely forgotten within 20 days of my death.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | April 20, 2017 3:29 PM |
It's kind of comforting, actually. Makes it easier to let some things go that aren't such a huge deal in the long run.
by Anonymous | reply 31 | April 20, 2017 3:30 PM |
Its 21 years since my then partner Rory died, aged 35. He is not forgotten by me or his family.
by Anonymous | reply 32 | April 20, 2017 3:38 PM |
I have "Match Game" reruns on in background while I type and sometimes I have to remind myself that everyone on the panel is dead, save for Betty White. So they live on, even on some off network channel, and are hardly forgotten.
I think we all have some variation of that, whether we realize it or not.
by Anonymous | reply 33 | April 20, 2017 3:45 PM |
Life--it's a Match Game, and death is just the Game Channel.
by Anonymous | reply 34 | April 20, 2017 3:49 PM |
Amazing what we try to hide in this life for fear of what others may think.
Yet nothing matters and no one cares
by Anonymous | reply 35 | April 20, 2017 4:01 PM |
R32, I am very sorry for your loss. I must be having a MARY! day, but that surely made my eyes well up.
by Anonymous | reply 36 | April 20, 2017 4:05 PM |
I'm always amazed and saddened when someone close dies. In a day or two, the funeral process is over, and everybody returns to business as usual. We continue to grieve, but for everyone else a lifetime of memories almost seems to be forgotten in a heartbeat. So sad, so depressing for those left behind.
by Anonymous | reply 37 | April 20, 2017 4:07 PM |
I have 23 nieces and nephews whom I treat very well and who all adore me. The youngest is 6 months old. Trust me, I will be remembered longer than 20 years after my death.
by Anonymous | reply 38 | April 20, 2017 4:37 PM |
Thank goodness people will forget what a whore I am
by Anonymous | reply 39 | April 20, 2017 4:40 PM |
Hahahahaha R38. They adore your wallet. And when you're on your deathbed, alone, wondering where your 23 nieces and nephews who all adore you are, they are out having a good time with their also entitled friends, none of them giving you a second thought.
by Anonymous | reply 40 | April 20, 2017 4:46 PM |
It doesn't bother me whatsoever.
I don't get the great fear of mortality. I'm am enjoying my life well enough, one day it will be over and I'll be gone. The world will keep going and new people will live their lives, and that is the way it works.
by Anonymous | reply 41 | April 20, 2017 4:50 PM |
There are over 7 billion people in the world. So tell me how is everybody supposed to be remembered? If you lived without being starved out by the others, you did really well.
by Anonymous | reply 42 | April 20, 2017 4:53 PM |
[quote]We all die twice; the first time when you physically die and the second time when the last person who remembers you dies.
There was a scene in the book "Good-Bye Mister Chips" where the last student who remembers his wife visits him, then later dies in WW1.
by Anonymous | reply 43 | April 20, 2017 4:53 PM |
I happened across a great-aunt's grave. She was peculiar, avoided by her family, childless, but her marker said "In Loving Memory". If I didn't know anything about her I would have assumed she left behind dozens of grieving relatives after her very long life.
by Anonymous | reply 44 | April 20, 2017 5:03 PM |
I donated my body to science.
by Anonymous | reply 46 | April 21, 2017 2:01 AM |
I probably won't be FOUND until 20 years after my death. I have no friends or family.
by Anonymous | reply 47 | April 21, 2017 2:04 AM |
No. But 3 of my 4 grandparents have been dead 20 years, and I still think about all of them daily.
by Anonymous | reply 48 | April 21, 2017 2:04 AM |
Who was the top rated movie star in 1926? The answer is: 'Who knows and who cares?' Live while you are alive because you are a long time dead and quickly forgotten, as is everyone else.
by Anonymous | reply 49 | April 21, 2017 2:14 AM |
Gilda Gray was the biggest movie actress in 1926 with her hit film, Aloma of the South.
by Anonymous | reply 50 | April 21, 2017 2:16 AM |
R47 unless you live in the middle of Antarctica or die in an avalanche rest assured people will find you within 1-2 weeks.
by Anonymous | reply 51 | April 21, 2017 2:37 AM |
I think the idea of being forgotten is actually comforting. If we are forgotten so soon, then all the insecurities, flaws and frustrations which drive us nuts are of absolutely no importance.
Try to lead a decent life, and enjoy as much of it as you can, because none of it really matters.
by Anonymous | reply 52 | April 21, 2017 2:42 AM |
There are so many thoughtful, intelligent responses in this thread, that I'll make a certain point. A kind, engaged senior really will be missed. A nasty, argumentative senior, not so much.
by Anonymous | reply 53 | April 21, 2017 2:55 AM |
Kansas said it succinctly: all we are is dust in the wind.
by Anonymous | reply 54 | April 21, 2017 2:59 AM |
20 years? Try 20 minutes.
by Anonymous | reply 55 | April 21, 2017 3:15 AM |
Meh, I'll probably be largely forgotten before I die, and yet goatse will be immortal. Life, hey?
by Anonymous | reply 56 | April 21, 2017 3:25 AM |
In 20 years, I intend to be a big casket full of pudding.
by Anonymous | reply 57 | April 21, 2017 3:26 AM |
I have a 4' x 5' tombstone. At least I will be noticeable to people visiting the cemetery.
by Anonymous | reply 58 | April 21, 2017 3:29 AM |
If you come from a big family, have kids, or have been in the lives of other people's children a significant amount of time - you'll be remembered for quite a while longer than 20 years.
If you have accomplished enough in your life to get something named after you, have a plaque put up, start something from nothing and have it last you'll also be remembered.
The dentist I had when I was a kid died about 20 years ago. I still think about him all the time because he always gave me the best life advice. I think 20 years from now he'll still cross my mind every now and then.
by Anonymous | reply 59 | April 21, 2017 3:32 AM |
[quote]A kind, engaged senior really will be missed. A nasty, argumentative senior, not so much.
I dunno.... "Thank God that asshole's dead!" might result in several heartfelt parties and much rejoicing....
by Anonymous | reply 60 | April 21, 2017 3:33 AM |
Not me! Uh nah. On my way to being a great mogul as we speak. Give it until December.
by Anonymous | reply 61 | April 21, 2017 3:57 AM |
That's why gays are so creative and artistic. Can't keep genes going but your legacy is forever. Screw straight people.
by Anonymous | reply 62 | April 21, 2017 3:59 AM |
R57 An ambitious twenty year plan.
by Anonymous | reply 63 | April 21, 2017 6:25 AM |
If you paint or write something -even if you're not famous for it- you can "live" on longer.
But in 7 billion years the entire planet will be sucked into the sun. So everything - our history, memorabilia, technology, genealogy etc. - everything will be erased as though we never even existed.
Enjoy life today.
by Anonymous | reply 64 | April 21, 2017 6:58 AM |
It brings me comfort, but maybe that's because I hate myself ¯_(ツ)_/¯ I also find comfort in contemplating my own insignificance in the vastness of our universe and so on... I never understood why people find it depressing.
by Anonymous | reply 65 | April 21, 2017 6:59 AM |
Who has a living memory of her R50?
by Anonymous | reply 66 | April 22, 2017 2:16 AM |
All of us here, now, r66
by Anonymous | reply 67 | April 22, 2017 2:19 AM |
Jesus appeared at the foot of my bed and told me that if I troll Datalounge at least 12 hours a day we will all be together in the afterlife for eternity. I felt such peace and happiness. Then he said I should suck his dick and I said "I don't know, I don't really go for Christians sir" and he said something like I command thee, so there we were.
by Anonymous | reply 68 | April 22, 2017 2:48 AM |
Nonsense, R67.
by Anonymous | reply 69 | April 22, 2017 3:00 AM |
Gilda Gray lived until 1959 so there must be some seventy-something person who remembers her. Until six years ago I had a distant cousin with memories of my great grandmother who died in 1919.
by Anonymous | reply 70 | April 22, 2017 4:16 AM |
I think it's the opposite. It'd piss me off more if everybody except me got to enjoy the me-ness of me long after I was gone, but not me. I'm dead.
by Anonymous | reply 71 | April 22, 2017 8:02 AM |
The human race if its lucky probably has a few 10,000 years left. That's well before the 7 billion year mark. So goodbye to everything in the blink of an eye.
When I was a boy government, church, family, school, learning and making a career was so fucking important.
Now I know it doesn't mean shit. None of it.
by Anonymous | reply 72 | April 22, 2017 4:27 PM |
Speak for yourself op.
by Anonymous | reply 73 | April 22, 2017 4:31 PM |
OP is feeling his mortality.
by Anonymous | reply 74 | April 22, 2017 4:36 PM |
Genealogy is one of my hobbies. I think about ancestors I had hundreds of years ago. Thank goodness my nieces went along with my sister and I when we went to go vote for Hillary Clinton. I am of the opinion future generations are going to judge this past election harshly.
by Anonymous | reply 75 | April 22, 2017 5:07 PM |
At 52, I'm probably too young to think about dying but not too young to think about death.
I get depressed when I think about my career and how far I'll go. Will I make a lot more money before I have to stop working?
As a single, gay man, my career, and material possessions, is all I have to worry about.
My mother passed away almost 19 yeas ago. I think about her almost daily.
by Anonymous | reply 76 | April 22, 2017 5:08 PM |
[quote] My dad was a successful physician...top of his (large) firm
Since when do physicians belong to firms?
Large firms, at that
by Anonymous | reply 77 | April 22, 2017 5:09 PM |
Live fast! Die young! Leave a good looking corpse!
Does anything good happen after you turn fifty anyway?
by Anonymous | reply 78 | April 22, 2017 5:23 PM |
What about 48 years?
by Anonymous | reply 79 | April 22, 2017 5:29 PM |
R76 I'm only in my 20s and I ponder the notion often. I'm still not sure how I feel about it all and what I want to do about impending inexistence. I picked up Heidegger (who talks at length about in/existence) but quickly stopped when I figured a) he's a massive Nazi tool, and b) why waste precious, finite hours & nights reading about mortality when I could just write my own words and live my own life?
One thing I have concluded is that people remember laughter. My hick dad is in his 60s and I've noticed that more & more these days likes to tell me stories about all the nutty country folk he knew growing up and their bumpkin shenanigans. They are always gently humorous or silly stories, he never speaks of anything tragic or traumatic in his life, even though he has epic experiences to tell that are exciting as he served in the Military. I don't think he'd agree to it, but I'm considering asking him to talk about his youth on tape so when he's gone in 20 years or whenever I'll have his voice and his bucolic yarns on physical copy, both to share with the world and to keep for myself and my family.
by Anonymous | reply 81 | April 22, 2017 6:18 PM |
I have no family or friends. Within 20 minutes of my death I will be forgotten. But as long as I'm alive my parents, grandparents and pets that died will never be forgotten and it's been decades since their death. I think it's that way for most people. Hey that was one of the premises of Roots, that those who lived and died even 100 years before would not be forgotten. Hell, I even think of my great, great grandparents that I never met but was only told about or my aunt who died at 4 years old when my father was 1. He didn't remember her but spoke of her as he was told about her. My heart breaks for that little 4 year old girl who died of the 1918 flu epidemic. I think of her often and of my father's mom, the grandmother I never got to meet, who was told by the doctor only, "Do you want her to die at home or in the hospital?. There was nothing medicine could do for the thousands, maybe 10s of thousands who died in that flu epidemic.
Yes when I go they will all be forgotten but most people don't have lives like me. They have kids and grandkids or maybe younger brothers and sisters who might have kids that they pass memories of the dead on to.
by Anonymous | reply 82 | April 22, 2017 6:57 PM |
This makes me think of all the cave people. No one remembers them at all, except in an evolutionary context. What about Gork and Przapa and their children Twoxl and Scigba? No one has thought about them for millions of years, but we exist today because of them.
by Anonymous | reply 83 | April 22, 2017 7:07 PM |
UMMMMM listen here buddy
by Anonymous | reply 84 | April 22, 2017 7:14 PM |
r83 Twoxl and Scigba are doing great, they've married into the Palin family.
by Anonymous | reply 85 | April 22, 2017 7:14 PM |
R1 is so statistical. AND profound.
Why, I'm ready to forget this tiresome yanker right this minute, and just hope she dies soon to fulfill her prophecy.
by Anonymous | reply 86 | April 22, 2017 7:18 PM |
Twoxl and Scigba are now my two favorite names for children.
by Anonymous | reply 87 | April 22, 2017 7:27 PM |
[quote] The foxglove bells, with lolling tongue/will not reveal what peals were rung/in Faery, in Faery/a thousand ages gone.
-Mary Webb
by Anonymous | reply 88 | April 22, 2017 8:00 PM |
None of you are worth remembering
by Anonymous | reply 89 | April 22, 2017 8:01 PM |
Friendo, so long as I've got a container of Folgers, a ham sandwich and a job site to go to, I don't worry about living and just get to working. These hands don't know the meaning of the word 'idle'. If you've got time for the Big Questions you've got too much Time altogether, Pointdexter.
by Anonymous | reply 90 | April 22, 2017 8:52 PM |
No. I like to remind myself from time to time that most things people obsess over will not matter in 6 months from now or once we leave this planet. It's a comforting thought to me.
by Anonymous | reply 91 | April 22, 2017 9:04 PM |
It will not take 20 years.
by Anonymous | reply 92 | April 22, 2017 9:39 PM |
Yeah. Ozymandias. That's all true.
by Anonymous | reply 93 | April 22, 2017 10:36 PM |
Untrue R90. The big questions are what we are meant to tackle.
by Anonymous | reply 94 | April 23, 2017 12:01 AM |
Heidegger is badly translated but impossible in any language.
by Anonymous | reply 95 | April 23, 2017 12:08 AM |
I have not forgotten everyone in 20 years, I remember them and still care about them.
by Anonymous | reply 96 | April 23, 2017 12:16 AM |
I had a close call with death a few years ago. I thought 'what a stupid life' but it's not like I lived it obliviously. I did everything I could to optimize it, but sometimes you hit a wall and coming close to 💀 doesn't magically fix that.
I did feel the weight of not having kids though. Not that I personally needed kids to remember me or to leave something behind, but I felt the weight of evolutionary responsibility that my short existence was due to an unbroken chain of successful mating and reproduction since the beginning of existence - until I broke it.
But then I thought of all my perfectly happy older, married relatives who couldn't or didn't have kids for one reason or another and snapped out of it.
by Anonymous | reply 97 | April 23, 2017 12:17 AM |
My vicious face slaps will go down in history
by Anonymous | reply 99 | April 23, 2017 12:29 AM |
15 Minute early talkie film staring the illustrious Gilda Gray---including colored people!
Title: He Was Her Man
by Anonymous | reply 100 | April 23, 2017 12:30 AM |
I won't be forgotten OP. I have a grown up daughter, who'll remember me from time to time, as I do my father, who died over 40 years ago. Hopefully most of the memories will be good ones, as mine are. That's not at all unusual.
by Anonymous | reply 101 | April 23, 2017 12:31 AM |
I've already forgotten YOU, OP.
by Anonymous | reply 102 | April 23, 2017 12:38 AM |
She could have given G. some acting lessons, R100
by Anonymous | reply 103 | April 23, 2017 12:41 AM |
I'm in Australia and during the course of tracing my family I've discovered a great uncle who moved to Boston around 1920. I'm gathering any info I can find on him and his wife. They never had children.
They are not forgotten. You don't need offspring to be remembered.
by Anonymous | reply 104 | April 23, 2017 1:03 AM |
Assassination of a sitting president will earn you a few hundred more years of notoriety.
by Anonymous | reply 105 | April 23, 2017 1:05 AM |
R104, what was Great Uncle's name? I'm in Boston and do geno research. Maybe I could help you find info on him.
by Anonymous | reply 106 | April 23, 2017 1:25 AM |
When I was at the DataLounge convention earlier in the week, I stopped in Green-Wood Cemetery in Brooklyn, to visit my 2nd and 3rd great grandparents' and other family's graves. The oldest died in 1840 and I haven't forgotten him or any of them.
I also was allowed into a museum's storeroom in Manhattan where they have stored a portrait painted by my 1st cousin in 1833.
by Anonymous | reply 107 | April 23, 2017 1:37 AM |
R106 that would be fantastic, thank you. This is the info I have.
Joseph William Brewer, born Scotland 1889. The Boston address I have is 21 Temple St and his wife's name was Beatrice. The date of admission was June 21st, 1921.
by Anonymous | reply 108 | April 23, 2017 1:45 AM |
R108: Here is your Great Aunt and Uncle from their passport in 1925.
Joseph was a gardener and "Houseman", whatever that means. Temple Street is such a nice address, I think he probably was a live-in domestic servant.
I'll have more soon.
by Anonymous | reply 109 | April 23, 2017 3:04 AM |
Not really. As long as someone dusts the Oscars, I don't really care.
by Anonymous | reply 110 | April 23, 2017 4:08 AM |
Beatrice looks white adjacent, was she an Aboriginal?
by Anonymous | reply 111 | April 23, 2017 4:19 AM |
R109, Wow, thank you. He looks a little like my grandmother (she was hard looking) and I can see a resemblance to my Dad. I have that mouth, the big bottom lip. Only myself and my younger brother have it and no-one really knew where it came from.
R111. I don't think he ever came to Australia so I assume she was UK or US born. She may well be the reason he went to the US.
by Anonymous | reply 112 | April 23, 2017 4:57 AM |
R108, you might want to verify all this yourself but I think it's accurate. That's it from me.
James Brewer (1861 - 1929) and Charlotte Anna Garrett (1865 - 1909) married on 31 Jul 1889 in Midlothian, Scotland or in Boston, MA. They had at least nine children.
Charlotte Anna Garrett's parents were Joseph (1843 - ?) and Elizabeth Garrett (1839 - ?)
Joseph William Brewer (1889* - 1955) was born in Edinburgh, Scotland to James and Charlotte Brewer. He married Beatrice Flanagan (1891 - 1968) on 8 May 1914.
Joseph served 6 years in the British Army. He was 6'1-1/2"tall. Medium build, dark brown hair, and blue eyes. 162 pounds in 1925. Beatrice was born in Athenry, Galway, Ireland. It looks like Joseph & Beatrice may have moved back to England and may be buried there.
*year of birth may alternately be between 1888 and 1894, but is always listed as 2 Oct.
by Anonymous | reply 113 | April 23, 2017 5:16 AM |
Not really. I'm too busy doing things that will probably ensure I'll last in public memory. Not that I care much.
by Anonymous | reply 114 | April 23, 2017 5:50 AM |
Everybody should be remembered like every leaf that ever existed should be remembered. Yeah that makes sense.
by Anonymous | reply 115 | April 24, 2017 12:35 AM |
For me it's quite ironic that a thread about death would have so many references to Gilda Gray, as wakes have been held for many of my relatives in the house Gilda Gray used to live in!
by Anonymous | reply 116 | April 24, 2017 1:06 AM |
Yes, it's clear that things matter less and less over time (and often, at a brisk pace) but the problem is that in the moment, everything always feels like it matters so much. And knowing that it won't matter later, for me, is of no help.
by Anonymous | reply 117 | April 24, 2017 1:22 AM |
I went through a very dramatic depressive period a few months ago which lasted about a week (it was medication triggered) and I haven't felt so utterly lonely and alone in ...maybe ever. One of the thoughts that haunted me was the loss of my past, my memories of what were important to me or even that these things had ever existed or happened, and then that I will also vanish and be lost in the darkness for ever. It was a very harrowing and profound and devestating feeling. But now its gone and, not only do I not feel that way, I can't really remember what those feelings felt like other that knowing that I had them. Sometimes now I just wish the things I've said and done (the rude things, the idiotic comments, the embarrassments) could be completely forgotten by others and not have to wait until 20 after I'm gone. These people with perfect memories... I think I would walk around in a perpetual embarrassed cringe.
by Anonymous | reply 118 | April 24, 2017 1:23 AM |
R117 The story of the life of everyone who ever lived.
by Anonymous | reply 119 | April 24, 2017 1:23 AM |
Why does it seem people in pictures from long ago never smiled? Didn't the photographers of those days ever say smile and say cheese? They all look like mug shots.
by Anonymous | reply 120 | April 24, 2017 1:32 AM |
It's because life then was even far far worse than it is now.
by Anonymous | reply 121 | April 24, 2017 1:46 AM |
Barring an accident or illness, I should be alive in 25 years. Which means I'll probably be uploaded into a machine before my body gives out.
I wrote this as a joke and then realized it's more probable than not. The future is going to be weird.
by Anonymous | reply 122 | April 24, 2017 1:48 AM |
R122 Like the present isn't?
by Anonymous | reply 123 | April 24, 2017 1:58 AM |
R120/121: Also the exposure time was longer than today. You had to sit still. It's harder to hold a genuine smile for a long period.
by Anonymous | reply 124 | April 24, 2017 2:01 AM |
I used to think that now that we have the internet, everything will be preserved. But it's not at all. It is very difficult to find things from 2007 much less 1997.
by Anonymous | reply 125 | April 24, 2017 2:04 AM |
Buy your burial plot now, and upgrade to modern standards. A nice pre-engraved granite grave marker can be pre-placed, and could easily last hundreds of years.
by Anonymous | reply 126 | April 24, 2017 2:39 AM |
Not me bitches. I will be famous.
by Anonymous | reply 127 | April 24, 2017 2:47 AM |
unless your famous....
by Anonymous | reply 128 | April 24, 2017 4:05 AM |
I hope you realize, R127, that fame is like a tattoo. You can't easily undo it later, if your tastes change over the years.
by Anonymous | reply 129 | April 24, 2017 4:05 AM |
Or you just will never have existed at all, OP.
by Anonymous | reply 130 | August 2, 2018 11:14 PM |
Since I'm an actor, I've left some performances behind that I think will be appreciated past 20 years. I hope.
by Anonymous | reply 131 | August 2, 2018 11:38 PM |
At my last family reunion we all talked about a lady relative of ours born on 1865 and died in 1957. So.....
a big bullshit to you OP.
by Anonymous | reply 132 | August 3, 2018 12:07 AM |
[quote] depends on how the OP meant "forgotten". No one alive today" remembers" Lincoln, but he certainly is not "forgotten".
I know this is DL and we get all types, but I can't believe someone thought this needed to be explained.
by Anonymous | reply 133 | August 3, 2018 12:13 AM |
It’s okay with me. We are dust in the wind.
by Anonymous | reply 134 | August 3, 2018 12:34 AM |