by Centurii-chan
You might not meet Oprah, but you’ll probably meet a thousand like her and you will get bored.
I stand by my point that the urgency is created by death and it is extremely hard to separate ourselves from that when we imagine immortality.
The death of your close friends and family will hurt. But after the 1 000 000 death of a close friend, you’ll either be crazy by that point from all the grief, or it will be another Tuesday.
The point of grieving is to overcome the feeling of loss. Drag thinks an immortal would get really good at grieving. Really efficient. They’d have moved past their loss, and be ready to love again.
Besides, you don’t need friends to be happy. Look at aplatonic people. They say they still enjoy life. That’s empirical evidence, we don’t need to speculate. If you didn’t want friends, you’d get by without them.
I am not sure I get drag’s point?
My point is that the loss we suffer and grieve is still framed by our limited existence. In our life, if we are lucky, we have what? 15-20 people we really care about generally that will hit hard the day they die?
Imagine drag had a million of them. At one point, it becomes either extremely heavy to the point of insanity or it becomes the new normal. Even in our limited life, a lot of people come to term with the grievances of death.
Drag is right in the sense that we would become good at grieving. And that is exactly my point.
It would be the same when trying to meet Oprah 1000.0.
When time is virtually infinite, boredom for absolutely everything is bound to happen. And then what? Drag lives a boring life indefinitely. And even with a million happy years, it is still a tiny tiny tiny tiny percentage of billions upon billions of years.
I am still afraid of death biologically (we are animals after all), but I’ve come to term with death and I wouldn’t wish to be immortal.
I appreciate talking with drag, so please continue to do so if you want to continue this conversation.
An immortal doesn’t tend to love a million people at the same time.
Drag can imagine loving someone who becomes drag’s entire world for 60 years, and then they die. So drag spends the next 200 years wearing black and listening to sad music like Linkin Park. And then drag heals and becomes ready to love again.
Mortals don’t get 200 years to grieve. So if they need that much time, you don’t get to see the other end of that. But drag believes there is another end. This too shall pass.
