So, I was at a restaurant with my mom and brother, and we were discussing life, as family might at a restaurant. #muchphilosophical
And we were sitting outside, so I suddenly realized that the black emptiness next to us was rather unsettling, reminding one somewhat of “The Hound of the Baskervilles”.
Silence fell, as my two people turned to admire the darkness.
“Well”, my mother remarked, “I’m closest to the edge, so I’d get eaten first. And while it feasted on me, you could both escape.”
Futher silence ensued.
My brother and I sat there, feeling the immense guilt of our mother hypothetically sacrificing herself for us.
The thing is, as I then remarked, that it would be even crappier if a child sacrificed themself for their parent. For obvious reasons.
Anyway, before it gets too dark on this post, let’s move on!
also: TRIGGER ALERT
Somehow, we drifted from this to the topic of “the optimal death”. Suicide, in particular, since we can’t really choose our death otherwise.
My theory, btw, is that the best way to die would be to jump off a really really high place (for example a plane) with no parachute, and as you were plummetting to your death, you could enjoy your last seconds of life, feeling that flying sensation, spreading your arms and having the wind in your hair.
The only problem is that then you might suddenly regret killing yourself. So, as my brother was about to offer his opinion on this, my mother piped in:
“Do you think people are listening to us?”