If Somehow You Knew...What Would You Do?

[SusanJillParker]

If somehow you knew that this was your last day alive and you were still in good health, what would you do?

If you had no regrets, no guilt, and no repercussions for your actions no matter how heinous and/or perverted they were, what would you do?

How differently would you live your last day on Earth?

Would you drink, eat, or take drugs to an excess?

Would you go out with a bang by having marathon sex?

Would you pray all day even though you knew you were going to Hell?

"Tick, tick, tick, tick...the countdown starts now."

24:00:00

 

[lovecraft68]

There is a special anger management group for domestic violence. Every man in there has been arrested for beating their wife/girlfriend.

The meetings are a joke because its mandatory as in they violate probation/parole if they don't go so its not like they are seeking help, they're just sitting there hating 'that bitch' even more because of course its the woman's fault they are there.

I'd walk in with a pair of hatchets (guns are to impersonal) and do the world a serious favor.

After that its off to planned parenthood to gun down some religious right protesters (next to abusers the religious right is as cockroach like as it gets) and bury one of my aforementioned hatchets in the face of the priest who is always leading the hate there.

Any time left would be used getting my hacker brother in law to find me the real addresses of a few GB big mouths and one special AH member.

Got it all mapped out.

 

[Areala-chan]

I'd spend as much time with my wife as I could, doing all of the things we love doing: making love, having pizza, hitting the gas station for fountain drinks, going for a walk in the woods, curling up together on the futon watching a movie, taking a nap with the windows open, visiting a restaurant or other location that was special to us for one reason or another, and finally going to bed with her on one side of me on our dog on the other before I took my last breath.

If that's how my last day on earth went, I can't see as I'd have many regrets. If I opened my eyes to discover another life after this one, I'd wait for her excitedly there. If I cease to exist with the beating of my heart and the loss of oxygen to my brain, then I will know I lived a satisfying enough life, I entertained a few readers, and left behind a generous life insurance policy, my retirement investments, and (hopefully) my contributions to Social Security to which she would be entitled, that would see her and our four-legged fur kid well taken care of.

 

[sr71plt]

One thing I know for damn sure--I wouldn't be eating kimchi.

 

[Areala-chan]

One thing I know for damn sure--I wouldn't be eating kimchi.

What, you'd be humping it instead?

 

[sr71plt]

What, you'd be humping it instead?

No, in truth I imagine I'd be making phone calls to my near, dear, and distant. And I hate using the telephone. So, maybe I'd be e-mailing them.

 

[49greg]

There is a special anger management group for domestic violence. Every man in there has been arrested for beating their wife/girlfriend.

The meetings are a joke because its mandatory as in they violate probation/parole if they don't go so its not like they are seeking help, they're just sitting there hating 'that bitch' even more because of course its the woman's fault they are there.

I'd walk in with a pair of hatchets (guns are to impersonal) and do the world a serious favor.

After that its off to planned parenthood to gun down some religious right protesters (next to abusers the religious right is as cockroach like as it gets) and bury one of my aforementioned hatchets in the face of the priest who is always leading the hate there.

Any time left would be used getting my hacker brother in law to find me the real addresses of a few GB big mouths and one special AH member.

Got it all mapped out.

I can see your point. Just don't think it would do any good, once you left more would crawl out from under where they've been hiding

And I don't know about hatchets. A heavy machete, or better yet, the big Moro Kriss that an ancestor brought back from his time fighting in the Philippines after the Spanish American war.

That sucker's sharp and feels good in the hand, heavy enough to do real damage. It balances a little point heavy, but it's made for slashing. Slashing people. The waves in the blade should really help slice things up, and you can still do damage with a thrust.

But that's just advice for the mayhem inclined.

I'd want to spend as much time with my wife as I could. Maybe buy some extra life insurance. And when the time's close, Spend it with a massive chocolate malt, extra extra chocolate. Having my wife naked where I could watch her at the same time would be a bonus.

 

[sr71plt]

I can see your point.

Oh, really? I think that using your last day on earth to run around with a hatchet killing people is a sign of deep psychosis.

 

[ChloeTzang]

I can see your point. Just don't think it would do any good, once you left more would crawl out from under where they've been hiding

And I don't know about hatchets. A heavy machete, or better yet, the big Moro Kriss that an ancestor brought back from his time fighting in the Philippines.....

A little chlorine in the gene pool never goes amiss. I just don't think that, statistically, it'd make much difference. And Lovecraft and I would balance each other out. Now as someone who trains at this, I'd just like to say, please, not a hatchet. It'll get stuck in bone somewhere along the line. Something heavier with a good sharp blade, altho it depends whether you want to slash or stab. Slashing doesn't have quite the same damage as a good thrusting point but of you're up close and personal.... I guess whatever tickles your fancy. Better to use a gun tho, really and carry spares.

I'd go with a good big khukri - one of those Gurkha choppers from Nepal. Or maybe a katana. Here's a good combo.

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[yukonnights]

I've always been enamored by the idea of the Native American tradition of just walking into the woods to face death alone surrounded by the wonder of creation. I'm not sure this was every really true, but I like the idea of it. It sounds comforting and more like the beginning of another journey than the ending of this one...

So I would love my sweet puppy for quite awhile and leave her with a neighbor, drive myself deep into the wild places on my trusty motorcycle...and with staff in hand, simply disappear into the earth...

(And like SR71...never have to be bothered with a phone again...a quite horrible creation but so very handy )

 

[SusanJillParker]

If I knew I was going to die tomorrow...I'd write everything in big, block, bold, black letters just to piss people off (lol).

Nah, just kidding. I'd write everything in big, block, bold, red letters for attention (lol).

I'd yell "Fire!" in a movie theater, just for the Hell of it.

I'd walk around in public naked. Why not? I'm going to die anyway.

I'd steal a red Ferrari, one that had a yellow Ferrari badge on the sides. I always wanted to know what it was like to drive an Italian super car at a 180 mph.

I'd have sex with a couple of my cousins, my best friend's husband, my ex-boss and with his wife (they were both hot), and a stranger that I pickup in a bar.

I'd order an expensive meal and an expensive bottle of fine French wine, a 1984 vintage, at a restaurant with a stolen credit card and leave without tipping (lol).

I'd stowaway on a luxury liner cruise to the Caribbean. I'd be dead by the time they caught me.

I'd definitely have fun before I died.

 

[NicoleZ]

Me? I wouldn't do anything until tomorrow. Except memorising certain IP-addresses and try how to find out how one is supposed to influence/animate inanimate objects, that is.

And yes, I did watch Ghost last night.

 

[SimonDoom]

A little chlorine in the gene pool never goes amiss.
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That gets the Aphorism of the Day Award. I'm not 100% sure what it means but damn it's good!

 

[Bramblethorn]

That gets the Aphorism of the Day Award. I'm not 100% sure what it means but damn it's good!

"gene pool" = the diversity of genes present in a population. (Or alleles for those who are fussy about terminology.)

Chlorine: chemical used to get rid of impurities in swimming pools; also lethal to humans, used extensively as a weapon of war in conflicts ranging from WWI to present-day Syria.

From those, "chlorine in the gene pool": i.e. "purifying" a human population by killing off people with the wrong kind of genes.

That sort of talk has a long history. One well-known author of the 1920s and 1930s, still popular today, described NYC's Chinatown as: "a bastard mess of stewing mongrel flesh without intellect...would to heaven a kindly gust of cyanogen could asphyxiate the whole gigantic abortion." [Cyanogen being another kind of poison gas.] The same guy later wrote "The Indian people represent such an abyss of degeneracy that extirpation & fumigation would seem to be about the only way to make Hindoostan fit for decent people to inhabit."

More recently the term ethnic cleansing has been used as a euphemism the same idea.

That said, "chlorine in the gene pool" doesn't always refer to racial "purification"; it can refer to other kinds of "inferior" genes.

Still think it's cute?

 

[SimonDoom]

"gene pool" = the diversity of genes present in a population. (Or alleles for those who are fussy about terminology.)

Chlorine: chemical used to get rid of impurities in swimming pools; also lethal to humans, used extensively as a weapon of war in conflicts ranging from WWI to present-day Syria.

From those, "chlorine in the gene pool": i.e. "purifying" a human population by killing off people with the wrong kind of genes.

That sort of talk has a long history. One well-known author of the 1920s and 1930s, still popular today, described NYC's Chinatown as: "a bastard mess of stewing mongrel flesh without intellect...would to heaven a kindly gust of cyanogen could asphyxiate the whole gigantic abortion." [Cyanogen being another kind of poison gas.] The same guy later wrote "The Indian people represent such an abyss of degeneracy that extirpation & fumigation would seem to be about the only way to make Hindoostan fit for decent people to inhabit."

More recently the term ethnic cleansing has been used as a euphemism the same idea.

That said, "chlorine in the gene pool" doesn't always refer to racial "purification"; it can refer to other kinds of "inferior" genes.

Still think it's cute?

Nope. Never thought it was "cute". I thought it was well said, but I didn't read it as an endorsement.

 

[TxRad]

I've always been enamored by the idea of the Native American tradition of just walking into the woods to face death alone surrounded by the wonder of creation. I'm not sure this was every really true, but I like the idea of it. It sounds comforting and more like the beginning of another journey than the ending of this one...

So I would love my sweet puppy for quite awhile and leave her with a neighbor, drive myself deep into the wild places on my trusty motorcycle...and with staff in hand, simply disappear into the earth...

(And like SR71...never have to be bothered with a phone again...a quite horrible creation but so very handy )

Yes, that is an old tradition. Rather than being a burden on the tribe, you take a hike and let nature have its way. It happened a lot during long blizzard conditions where food supplies were running low. Freezing was considered better than starving.

 

[ChloeTzang]

Nope. Never thought it was "cute". I thought it was well said, but I didn't read it as an endorsement.

Ohhh, spoilsport. It's probably not the thread to get into a debate on that subject but I thought the expression and the weaponry kind of went with the sentiments expressed earlier....

"Still think it's cute?

Ohhh, so serious. - it's an expression you find scattered across the internet, and yes, it can mean that. It can also be used rather less seriously. Altho, thinking about it....

 

[jomar]

Jeez LC, where's the love?

I suppose I'd spend it with loved ones and make a moving video about peace, love and understanding that would trend worldwide and bring people and countries together in harmony and mutual cooperation and benefit.

Or maybe I'd go for a marathon pity fuck from my smoking hot neighbor.

 

[KindofHere]

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[holliday1960]

If somehow you knew that this was your last day alive and you were still in good health, what would you do?
"Tick, tick, tick, tick...the countdown starts now."

24:00:00[/B]

I'd spend it on a beach some where I've never been, watching the Lion King play in the surf, sharing good food, good wine, laughing and making love. Then, I'd just float away. If only it were that easy.

 

[SusanJillParker]

I can see Satan now coming for me.

When it's my time to go, I can see Satan coming for me. Thinking that he wants me to burn in Hell for all of eternity, instead he wants me to write him custom, personalized stories.

"Wow! I can do that as long as he provides me with a high end, fast IBM clone computer (I don't like Apple computers), an ergonomic keyboard and mouse, and a Herman Miller chair."

He's a tall, thin man, 6', 170 lbs. and about 50-years-old in human years more, of course, in black angel years.

He's wearing a black, silk suit by Prada (the Devil wears Prada, of course) with a red silk shirt, a black silk tie, and a red silk pocket square. A black fedora with a red band is crookedly perched atop is head.

His boots are shiny black with silver, pointy toe cups. He has a shiny black cane but doesn't need it to walk. The top of the cane has a ivory and silver goat's head with horns. His silver belt buckle has the image of an open mouth snake with long fangs.

He's wearing a large silver medallion of a pentagram.

...and, of course, he drives a brilliant black, Lamborghini Diablo with a red leather interior and the personalized license plate...SATAN.

"Susan. Get in. Let's go for a ride."

 

[holliday1960]

When it's my time to go, I can see Satan coming for me. Thinking that he wants me to burn in Hell for all of eternity, instead he wants me to write him custom, personalized stories.

"Wow! I can do that as long as he provides me with a high end, fast IBM clone computer (I don't like Apple computers), an ergonomic keyboard and mouse, and a Herman Miller chair."

He's a tall, thin man, 6', 170 lbs. and about 50-years-old in human years more, of course, in black angel years.

He's wearing a black, silk suit by Prada (the Devil wears Prada, of course) with a red silk shirt, a black silk tie, and a red silk pocket square. A black fedora with a red band is crookedly perched atop is head.

His boots are shiny black with silver, pointy toe cups. He has a shiny black cane but doesn't need it to walk. The top of the cane has a ivory and silver goat's head with horns. His silver belt buckle has the image of an open mouth snake with long fangs.

He's wearing a large silver medallion of a pentagram.

...and, of course, he drives a brilliant black, Lamborghini Diablo with a red leather interior and the personalized license plate...SATAN.

"Susan. Get in. Let's go for a ride."

Hey...I knew that guy. He died in the middle of an orgasm. Poor thing.

 

[ChloeTzang]

I'd find a very quiet place where - hopefully where no one would find me - and I'd spend the day with myself.

More seriously, I'd try something i've always thought would be fun. Sex while in freefall skydiving. might be a scramble at the end and it'd have to be quick but what fun before you kick off this mortal coil...

 

[KindofHere]

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[Green_Knight]

Some interesting thoughts. Given that mine may not be too far off, I'd better start thinking hard but I suspect that the closer it looms, the more difficult it becomes to make the choice.

The big problem is the good health bit. Except in cases of murder, war, and accidental death, most people's last day on earth is often spoiled by poor health.