Relatively nice guy. Tried to be helpful. Loved his family. Decent taste in music. Obsessed with cookies.
If I were being aspirational, and a little less glib, I would hope that some folks might think they were better off for having known me — but that feels like asking way too much.
For my various war crimes, and crimes against humanity.
I want towering statues erected in my image.
I want people to complain that their heritage is being trampled and disrespected, when those statues are eventually torn down.
In the centuries from now, I want my belated followers and acolytes to deny the crimes I committed happened, while at the same time proclaiming that they should have happened, and that it would be great if they did happen.
Oh I suppose @chyna and @gondwanalon are about the same as myself. All animals are the real joys in my life.
I’m feeding and taming feral cats now. I get hissed at and scratched but got to pet three scared adults and two babies came out last night within a foot of me. Eventually i will have them in a live trap, fixed and re-homed. :)
As a lover of cats, dogs, birds, fishes, sharks, Wales, chimpanzees, insects, octopuses, Komodo dragons, owls, kittens, parrots, tits, boobies, Cardinals, penguins, orcas, Polar bears, Tatanka’s, ants, arachnids, Praying Mantises, and chameleons.
All the other animals can go fuck themselves.
And whales too.
I also love humans, as in, all humans.
We’ve all been babies.
So yeah, he who loved animals, first, and humans, second.
I don’t care I’ll be dead. If there is nothing after death I’ll never know the difference. If there is, I’ll reincarnate and it’s back to the chalkboard. If the Abrahamic folks are right, I’ll shout at the Devil. So what, me worry? They can just bury me on some lone prairie, and get on with their lives.
I’ve moved so much and kept in touch so little that no one except my sister and my medication manager will know I’m gone. And that makes me kinda sad. I’ve had many friends over the years.
How would I want to be remembered? I’d want everyone I knew in life to have a party and celebrate my life anyway they wanted. I’d want them to say what a great guy I was, what a complete asshole, good father, horrible husband…whatever they feel and whatever they want to put out to the universe.
@raum: That is a good point. Many people have died in my family. My aunt is the last of multiple generations and tends to canonize all who’ve passed. They’re all saints to her, but I definitely remember drug use, alcoholism, infidelity, and anger issues.
I would like to be remembered as a good person, a kind person, funny, a person who would go out of her way to help animals in need, and I would like it if my daughter and her friends mentioned that I was considered by them to be the “fun mom” in their circle, the mom who would drive them around shopping and sightseeing. (my daughter’s friends consider me the fun mom, which is flattering to me).
@janbb Thanks! I learned something new today! “Lionizing” I thought you must have meant something else, but then remembered you’re a librarian, so you must be correct. I looked it up and sure enough, you’re right! 8^) But you already knew that hehehe
Someone can only go through so much before it creates this giant black hole in them that they can’t escape no matter what. I tried, but sometimes trying isn’t good enough and the black hole swallows you whole. And that’s the point of no return. It wasn’t meant to be selfish, just saving myself.