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| savepoints | Jun 26 2012, 04:19 AM Post #286 |
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BOOOOOO! Anyways.... Welcome... Join us in the spam thread, wear a helmet etc. Oh, and inb4 Vel tells you to stay away from me..
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| Velitie | Jun 26 2012, 05:45 PM Post #287 |
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Silly Dave, I wouldn't do that. This isn't the welcome thread after all. Though, I suppose it is worth mentioning... for his own protection... Good sir, If Dave ever begins to talk about animals, or even worse attempt to link pictures of them, Spoiler: click to toggle
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| savepoints | Jun 26 2012, 06:13 PM Post #288 |
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I can't believe I did that again... Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Tiennou | Jun 27 2012, 08:53 PM Post #289 |
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It's 3 am, not quite too late for holidays I guess... Unless you're like me and have to wake up at 6 in the morning to go to a boring and annoying funeral. Why can't I sleep everytime I really need to ? Death sucks. I fucking hate funerals. Not that I'm not sad and all, but my grandfather was 82 years old, it was meant to happen. All I care about is how he died. He died quickly and most of all he got the death he wanted, well, he didn't get the death he didn't want anyway - lying in a bed for months, not being able to go take a piss alone. This reminds me of the main flaw of modern medicine. Euthanasia should be legal, at least for old people. You're in your 80s, you got a cancer, you can barely breath and can't think straight, do you really want to live another week or month ? My grand-grandmother lived up to the epic age of 102. She was senile, blind, deaf and unable to satisfy her basic needs on her own. Her son, my grandfather, couldn't bear the sight of his mother in this state. She had an embolism. This was supposed to be how she died and my grandfather called my mother to tell her "she is finally dead, I've got to go to the hospital, but she's still going to die". He was relieved by this thought, only to be disappointed and angry when the doctors announced the "good" news that they managed to reanimate her. He was really pissed off. She NEEDED to die. Doctors are supposed to CURE patients, not make them live longer. Someone old, fragile and sick can't be cured, nothing but death can cure old age. And now you tell me "but what if they don't want to die herp derp". My grand-grandmother tried to kill herself, she couldn't bear it. She cut open her wrists in hope of bleeding out. It may be only an example. But frankly, who really wants to live up to the age of 100, shitting their pants, not being able to recognize their own children and being more blind than a mole ?... When it's younger patients, I can understand that the decision is hard, but for old people, it's pretty straight forward. Do you want us to prevent all the physical and emotional suffering, or do you want us to put tubes in every hole of your body ? As a matter of facts, euthanasia being illegal is hypocrite, in France anyway. I had a few different doctors and all of them had already made up lethal coktails to HELP patients to die because there was just nothing else. Most of doctors do it. It's human. My current doctor admitted it to my mother, he technically killed dying and doomed patients. Death is not sad. Death is inevitable. My grandfather died. They say it was cancer, but my parents and I are convinced he died because of all the morphine they put him on. And we are grateful for that. He went to the hospital to get a standard check-up. They found a lung cancer, that had already spread to his liver, throat and vertebral column without him noticing at all, he didn't feel any particular pain other than the muscular fatigue any old man has. He stayed two weeks at the hospital, feeling as healthy as any old man does, still being able to talk, to walk and recognize me. It got worst last saturday, the next day he was dead. I am not sad. I'm glad. It was quick, that's what he wanted, and in the end, I'm sure that's what everyone wants. And I disagree with funerals. Death is not sad. Funerals should not be sad. I've never cried at a funeral, for that I feel very awkward, afraid people would misjudge me, thinking I'm just another douchebag failing at being polite. Crying in public is not my thing. Crying over death is not either. Hell, showing any sort of negative emotions in public scare me. In France, at the end of the ceremony, everyone goes to make a religious sign, put flowers or just touch the coffin as a sign of... something, I don't even know. This, it's just so hard for me. What should I do ? How long should I touch the coffin ? Are people watching me ? Am I going to get yelled at if I don't do anything ? So many questions everytime I'm in line, waiting for my turn to do whatever with the coffin, my heart beating as if I was going to give a speech in front of thousands of people. I just don't understand the point of that. This ritual is so sick to me. Once, I went to an open coffin funeral, I'm not sure if that's how you call it in English but basically, it's when you actually see the dead dude. That was horrible, I can't touch a body, it's not respectful in my opinion. And at this point, I had absolutely no idea what to do. So I did nothing but look at that body, focusing on every detail that didn't feel right - the hair was too perfect, the skin was too bright, the body was too straight. It seemed unnatural and weird. Everything about funerals is sick. They're way too much about death - I prefer being happy someone had a dignified death and remembering them as a living being instead of a rotting corpse. Worst of all are religious funerals. I attended one, everything was about how God is awesome. I mean, what the fuck... at a funneral, you're supposed to praise and talk about the dude who died, not some almighty jerkass. I'm not sure if I've been to too many funerals (5 within the last 5 years, 2 this year) or if it's just because they're so awkward and sick that I just can't bear being at any funeral at all. Tomorrow, it will be different. People will cry, I won't. It's MY grandfather, I do whatever I want. I love who he was, I don't love some corpse. If anyone is not happy about that, they can go fuck themselves. I know my grandmother won't feel offended, I told her exactly that and she agreed with me. And that's all that matters. Because funerals are not about death, not about God, it's about the deceased and the widow. And nothing else. Goddamn it, I fucking hate funerals. Edited by Tiennou, Jun 27 2012, 08:54 PM.
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| thewryness | Jun 27 2012, 09:33 PM Post #290 |
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Funerals are more for the living than for the dead. To remember what your grandpere meant to them - a father, a brother, a friend. It's okay if you don't cry - just make sure you find a way to grieve. C'est tout. |
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| emmalong | Jun 28 2012, 09:07 AM Post #291 |
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funerals are awkward dont know whether to cry smile or just stand there and observe |
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| MrVigilante13 | Jun 29 2012, 04:11 AM Post #292 |
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@Tiennou I know how you feel. Believe me, I do. My grandmother is senile, can't walk anymore because she let herself become wheel chair bound, is mean to her care givers, and all she does is watch TCM. Today was her birthday infact. She is 83 I think. I believe euthanasia should be legal. Some people need to die. She wouldn't want to live like she does now if she still retained her mind. If she could see herself now she would be horrified. Sometimes a nice painless death is the nicest thing to do to someone. Why drag things out? My grandmother was on hospice because her appatite had slowed and she was getting sluggish. Recently she has been gaining weight, enjoying her meals and has been more talkative. The caregivers called this "good news". I assure you it isn't. She has a finite amount of money which we use to pay her rent. When she blows through that then we have to pay. And now since she was taken off of hospice because of her new livelyness, we have to pay to buy her diapers and gloves for the care givers to wear. She is just a bag of bones. She is a shell of her former self. She doesn't recognize me or my brother and thinks Regan is still president. And to top it all off, Kitty, my cat, was put down today. Why? Why keep this old, greasy, hollow shell alive when something so good pure has to go? Kitty was a great cat. He didn't deserve kidney failure, he didn't deserve to have been shot with a BB gun (we found out he had a BB in his spine when we took him to the vet one time, apparently a parting gift from his first owners). My grandmother deserves death. Kitty didn't. He was so good and he had to die. But her? She just keeps on going. She is twisted and foul and if I had to compare her with someone it would be Gollum. Euthanasia would be the nicest gift she could receive from us. As I said, today Kitty died. He wasn't eating as much as he had been and he wasnt using the box every time he had to go. He was wobbly on his feet and because of his kidney failure (it makes you itchy), he had licked off a lot of his fur. He was mostly skin and bones when we brought him in today. He meowed in the car like he always did when we took him to the vet. I stuck my fingers through the bars on his carrier and scratched his head. He quieted down a little. My mother drove and my brother sat in the front seat. I sat in the back with Kitty. Today was the vet's surgery day but she made an exception for us because she knew our circumstances. We got there and there was someone loading a dog that couldn't walk too well out of the back of their truck. Poor thing. We took Kitty inside and he started his mowling again. He didn't just "meow" he would give big "Mow"s. One of the technicians led us into a room and I put the carrier on the table. The room was white and the table was cold sainless steel. There was a small bench that I sat down on. The technician took Kitty away in his carrier to get his IV ready. Me and my brother and mother remembered some good times we had with him. There was the time he captured a baby bunny but we were able to save it.He always did like to hunt, especially the stupid little baby bunnies and squirrels since they didn't know any better. Then there was the time when our crazy (I mean it) neighbors were drunk and one of them let loose a sharp cackling laugh that scared him so bad he ran with his tail straight up in the air. He was a good boy. The technician brought him back shortly after and he had the little tube where the vet would inject the stuff wrapped to his leg. She put him down on a towel and we rubbed him up for a bit while the technician went to get the doctor. She came in a few minutes later. She had the syringe ready. By this time he had began his mowling again but was calming down because we were rubbing him. My mother's eyes were filled with tears and so were mine. I didn't dare look at my brother for fear of losing it myself. Kitty laid there and he looked ready. He had been through a lot. She asked us if we were ready and we said yes. There was nothing left to say or do. She put the needle in and squeezed. He put his little furry head down one last time. The vet took him away to put him in the box we would bury him in. She left and I hugged my brother and mother. We waited for her to return with him. We recalled some more good times. He used to lay on my father's pool table. It was on our outside porch so he would go and lay on his back in the sun. This was when he was fat so he would look like a little seal sunning itself. She came back, we took him home, and waited for my father to come home from work. Then when he had come home, me, him and my brother went out to dig a hole. He now rests with our cat Ruby, the quirky tortoise shell, Oliver, the long haired, grey tabby, Motorboat, the big orange tabby(he really did sound like a motor boat, hence the name), and Sophie, the rat, who will always be my little girl. Rest in peace Kitty, you will be missed and never forgotten. |
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| Pong | Jul 11 2012, 08:47 AM Post #293 |
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How the, what the, sigh nevermind. And since i havent posted here since the start, yesterday kinda sucked, got a anxiety attack while working. First one in like three months, almost forgot how mutch it sucks. Anyhow, soon going to Iceland, hoping that i can stay there without any anxiety. |
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| savepoints | Jul 11 2012, 09:28 AM Post #294 |
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Well, I have Swedish, Danish, Finnish and Italian ethnicity... so... not that weird... |
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| emmalong | Jul 11 2012, 09:45 AM Post #295 |
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how many ethnicitys do you want >.> |
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| savepoints | Jul 11 2012, 10:18 AM Post #296 |
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Well, you'd want atleast 3... unless one of those is asian, then 2 is fine. |
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| Pong | Jul 11 2012, 10:19 AM Post #297 |
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I'm swedish, danish and polish, i think. It's the mix i'm supprised of. |
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| emmalong | Jul 11 2012, 10:36 AM Post #298 |
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i feel left out just 100% japanese |
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| Tiennou | Jul 11 2012, 10:44 AM Post #299 |
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I'm French.... Fuck me. |
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| Pong | Jul 11 2012, 11:56 AM Post #300 |
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No thx. |
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