BSM1
What? Me worry?
That a significant chunk of humanity can only be contented by the suffering of others.
Schadenfruede, maybe? ( a tip of the hat to @Revoltingest for the German word)
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That a significant chunk of humanity can only be contented by the suffering of others.
Fear, for an advaitist, none. For Brahman, for what constitute the universe and all things in it?What is your deepest, darkest fear?
Do you think often about it? How do you deal with it when you do?
What do you think the chances of the object of that fear coming to fruition?
People forcing themselves on others. It happens all the time.What is your deepest, darkest fear?
Trump losing in December, refusing to step down, leading millions of Americans to try and take the law into their own hands.What is your deepest, darkest fear?
altzheimers or another form of dementia.Senility. Or, in general, mental degradation. But it's not something I frequently think about. Maybe once every couple weeks at most, and then rather briefly. It spurs me to try to live as fully as I can while I can.
That too unnerves me. I already have knee problems. Accepting permanent use of walking devices isn't something I like thinking about.Don't get me wrong, I am not talking about death.
I am talking about being trapped in a useless body.
I doubt that it will be a worse case scenario situation, like in Metallica's One.
I struggle quite a bit with intrusive thoughts. Often, they take the form of disturbing "what if?" scenarios centered around violence to those I love. They might play out something like this:
"Hey, imagine if you lost it and stabbed your dog to death? Can you picture the horror and grief you would feel immediately afterwards? Would it make you cut your own throat on the spot?"
I think my greatest fear would be for those thoughts to come true. To somehow lose control and become a monster, then snap out of it and see what I'd done. I understand that these sorts of thoughts are connected with my illness and represent a sort of self-torture rather than being things I actually would do. Still, they're a frequent source of anxiety for me.
My body giving out on me.
Yes
Distract myself
I fear they are pretty good.
Don't get me wrong, I am not talking about death.
I am talking about being trapped in a useless body.
I doubt that it will be a worse case scenario situation, like in Metallica's One.
But my body is slowly "shutting down" (for lack of a better term).
I have numerous medical issues.
My legs are getting worse in that it is getting harder and harder to stand, let alone walk.
The doctors best guess is that is some kind of internal allergen, but they have no idea what.
Years ago I was diagnosed with arthritis in my lower back.
The doctor said there is not much that can done about it and that it will slowly get worse.
I have carpel tunnel in my left wrist, making it both painful and difficult to type, hold a phone, hold a fork to cut up food, etc.
Add to the above my diabetes, Crohn's disease, heart disease, high blood pressure, GERD, etc.
My mum had it and I work in a dementia centre; a very cruel disease, but not just for the person with the disease but their loved ones. You are grieving for the loss even while they are alive.altzheimers or another form of dementia.
My mum had it and I work in a dementia centre; a very cruel disease, but not just for the person with the disease but their loved ones. You are grieving for the loss even while they are alive.
Good question, a common notion.Not to seem insensitive, but aren't those with advanced dementia and Alzheimers not aware of their disease?
no.Have you ever read "Johnny Got His Gun"?
no.
have you more information on it?
Um...Not to spoil it, but it's a novel about a soldier in WWI that was catastrophically injured to the point that he could only move his eyelids (if memory serves). The ending is a gut-puncher.
Um...
I was kinda hoping for at the very least an author name...
Perhaps a link...
thank youSorry:
"Johnny Got His Gun" by Dalton Trumbo