Does the thought of dying alone scare you?

[RusskyParticipant 13503]

When you’re dying – it will be so scary you wouldn’t care if you’re alone or you’re in the middle of thousands of people

proud carrier of the 'why?' chromosome

[MINDustryParticipant 80]

TaxGuy wrote:

I read your question a little differently, but that’s because it’s something I’ve been thinking about. As guys hit their 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s, the chance of having a stroke or heart attack increases greatly. I live alone now, so if I had a heart attack in the middle of the night and couldn’t dial 911 I’m dead. If there was someone else living with me, I might have a fighting chance.

What I wonder about with MGTOW, as we get older, is do you end up looking for roommates, or some situation where you have other men around? I spent New Year’s with 3 of my buddies and we all agreed that we would be happier with our college situation when we were sharing a house. So is that what we end up doing?

I call it the Golden Guys, like the US tv show the Golden Girls, where there were four old hags living with each other. Except we would have sports on tv, play a bunch of golf and tennis, bbq every night, and there would be lots of porn and booze. Although, I guess the porn might cause the heart attack in the first place………..but that’s what the roommates are for. Take your hand off your dick and punch you in the chest until someone got there that knew what they were doing.

No worse way to be found than your dork in your hand, a bottle of Vaseline on your nightstand, with the Playboy channel running nonstop for the past couple of days.

Is that what you meant by not wanting to die alone?

Not if you eat right and exercise moderately/regularly by walking, etc.

At least not in your 50’s and 60’s.

Plenty of my high school friends binge drink, smoke, etc, and are already starting to look much older. I, on the other hand don’t look a day past 18 even though I’m in my early 20’s. My metabolism is great and I eat well. Rarely drink.

[MINDustryParticipant 80]

Russky wrote:

When you’re dying – it will be so scary you wouldn’t care if you’re alone or you’re in the middle of thousands of people

What if you choose to end it quickly by killing yourself?

What if you die suddenly in your sleep? I doubt you would “be afraid”.

I plan on living well into my 90’s and overstaying my welcome. Many past family members have hit the 90’s mark and beyond so here’s to hoping I will as well.

[MINDustryParticipant 80]

Wolf redpillman wrote:

Well man there is no proof of an after life there is no proof of god ,for all.i.know we all are little bacteria on.planet earth ,we eat we sleep we s~~~ and we work then we die finito

Yeah well there’s no proof that there ISN’T an afterlife either.

You have a rather nihilistic view of things.

[OgreParticipant 5863]

I’ve had a great run, afterlife or not. I choose to get on motorcycles and in my car alone every day. The chances of tons of steel killing me dead on the spot doesn’t deter me.

One of my favorite people in the World is my grandfather. At 92, he has outlived my grandmother. His only child is my mother, and he lives 7 states away from her and 1000 miles from me. His chances of dying alone despite. being married for 67 years.

Live well.

I failed to realize in my youth that I was the prize. I was going to work. I was going to earn. Little did I realize that due to feminism, that no longer meant I had to share. Road soon, Desert after.

[QuietlyquietlyParticipant 728]

Dying is the one certainty we all face. And there’s very little our western society knows about the process, and far less about how to prepare for death.

My personal take on death is that it is the state of your mind that is the most important. If you are fearful, angry, depressed, or any number of other emotions, it’s not going to be the best for you. Ideally, your mind should be trouble-free and calm. That way, wherever you end up (extinct, heaven, afterlife, reincarnated) you have a more peaceful transition to it.

Alone or not doesn’t really matter, so long as you are still calm and trouble-free.

As an aside, I have watched both of my dogs die, in different circumstances. The older one, Adam, was 14 and well past it, and we knew he was not well. We shut the younger one, Hunter, out of the laundry, but he kept scratching at the door, trying to let himself in. He knew. Adam died a few minutes later, in front of me, and Hunter was going beserk outside. We locked Adam’s body in the shed that night, and Hunter actually broke down the door, and uncovered the blanket that we’d laid over Adam, and we found him in there in the morning, licking Adam’s ear.

Hunter was depressed for 5 months after that, wouldn’t go on walks, just lay in front of the door so you couldn’t open it.

[JollyMisanthropeParticipant 3356]

I think that not knowing the way I will die is more unnerving than the thought of dying alone.

The Children of Doom... Doom's Children. They told my lord the way to the Mountain of Power. They told him to throw down his sword and return to the Earth... Ha! Time enough for the Earth in the grave.

[MINDustryParticipant 80]

The world is a s~~~ty place. I can’t wait to die once I’ve done everything I’ve wanted to do.

I have no real desire to meet anyone. I just want to do my own thing.

I will finally be released from this feeble and weak human body. Beyond the structures of reality I will ascend into a new form.

[experiencedParticipant]

It’s important to note what has transpired regarding this topic.
Were I at the gym, it would not’ve come up.
Were I anywhere, with guys e.g. online video games, this would not have come up.
It came up here in this website because it was brought up strategically by LAYDEEZ before that.
It was brought up by them, to interject themselves into a situation, as being valuable and a solution, however the odds of that occurring are actually poor at best.
Fear and greed vs. false hope and ignorance:
Fear, “I’ll be there when you die” ….”No, I’ll be alone with less resources to fight the medical situation now that you’ve financially raped me.”
The applicability with which women interject themselves as solutions is as false as the days are long.
This whole topic was brought up ultimately by them. How many men have been kicked to the curb? They assume we don’t learn from our mistakes because they hardly ever learn from theirs.
It’s akin to having a rabid pygmy cannibal hanging from one’s neck and if we are foolish enough to ask what said cannibal is doing, we are told, “Oh, I’m here to help you.”

"It seems like there's times a body gets struck down so low, there ain't a power on earth that can ever bring him up again. Seems like something inside dies so he don't even want to get up again. But he does."

[BrainPilotParticipant 7640]

If it’s the actual act of dying you are referring to, no one need fear dying alone, or in a crowd either for that matter. I’ve seen many people die, and the process of going from alive to dead is over in a really just a few seconds. This is unchanged no matter how many or how few other people are standing around watching at the time.

As for getting old: try to remember that the person trying to shame or scare you with the thought of getting old alone… is very likely much more afraid of getting old without someone to lean on than she is concerned about wether or not you have someone to lean on when you get old. Consider this: You have probably been fending for yourself for your whole adult life. She has probably been depending on someone else to do it for her. Which of you has the most reason to fear getting old alone?

You can allow yourself to be parasitized for your whole life on the hope that this will assure that you will have someone to lean on when you are old. But this does not provide any guarantee. Even if you are a good provider and she happens to be one of the ones who actually dos stick around until you are (both) old, one of you is probably going to get weak and sick and in need of someone to lean on before the other. So, even if you allow that parasitic circumstance for you whole life, there’s a 50/50 chance that at the end of it, she will be leaning on you first, rather than the other way around.

While I’ve called it a 50/50 chance here, looking at the most common gender of the younger people most commonly fending for themselves, and looking at the most common gender of younger people leaning on other people to do it for them, do you think the odds are really anything even close to 50/50 that near the end of life, this pattern is going to change???

Look, it's not my fault that tornado dropped a house on your sister. Now get back on your broom and get your ass out of here... and take your monkeys with you

[rorickParticipant 682]

Living with a woman my whole life is what scares me.. Dying alone nope bring it on i’m ready anytime..

[Anonymous 5]

I will die alone ? but let me say this I plan on never coming back ever again. If there’s that “tunnel s~~~” am making a right turn 😉 I hope there’s blackness. But minus that there is always chance it dosent half to be that way you can and mite find a women or – fam /best bud to see it throw with ya. I believe for others there is that one rare sensible gal that has the fair mentality that will balance the idea you seek of. I am not portraying this “storm cloud” s~~~ on ya. We are making a difference on here. And something tell me you’ll know what to do. Thanks for this post put me in a spunk.

[HitmanParticipant]

dying alone is an AWESOME plan! wait until your crazy old, or just crazy..and f~~~ing die .the end .
“wise is the baby who cries apon entering into this valley of tears ” ..buddah ( prince siddartha ).

[TheroniusParticipant 975]

It’s only the anticipation of death that is frightening. Despite the portrayal of death by Hollywood, nobody is conscious when they actually die. When your blood pressure drops too far you pass out. Death is not painful, it’s a release from pain. Even after your heartbeat stops it takes several minutes to die, but you can’t be awake. It’s fear of the unknown that makes death a thing to dread, and makes belief in a idealized afterlife such a popular idea.
Of course, the run-up to death can be rather annoying, especially in a culture that forces you into a hospital to have the agony prolonged until all the money runs out.
Like the old joke says, “I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather, instead of screaming in terror like his passengers.”
As to an afterlife, I kind of hope not. Once I don’t have a body there is nothing I have learned that would have any relevance anymore. No need for language, the arts, professional development, interpersonal skills, my senses, etc. Those are things I learned in order to exist in a physical world, full of things and people. Is there a little piece left after all that stuff is no longer needed? Would some small spark remain, perhaps to join in some collective whole? I’m not really very interested.

"I am is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that I do is the longest sentence?" - George Carlin

[sidecarParticipant 35837]

Nah. This is something for women to worry about.

As for me, I’m too busy living to give a f~~~ about it right now, and I figure I’ll be too busy dying when it happens to give a f~~~ about it then.

[TheroniusParticipant 975]

@taxguy

TaxGuy wrote:

What I wonder about with MGTOW, as we get older, is do you end up looking for roommates, or some situation where you have other men around?

I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately. Perhaps like a duplex sort of setup, just to have someone around to see if you are OK so you don’t end up lying dead on the bathroom floor for 9 months. Or hell, just someone to talk to or play pinochle., I plan to own very little when I get real old, and won’t need more than a small space, but I won’t have kids to move in with. I do have some old friends who will be in a similar boat. My father lived alone in the desert until he got too sick, though he was with family when he died. I may have to look into that at some point.
Maybe start an Old MGTOWs Home.

"I am is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that I do is the longest sentence?" - George Carlin

[Anonymous 5]

Theronius wrote:

It’s only the anticipation of death that is frightening. Despite the portrayal of death by Hollywood, nobody is conscious when they actually die. When your blood pressure drops too far you pass out. Death is not painful, it’s a release from pain. Even after your heartbeat stops it takes several minutes to die, but you can’t be awake. It’s fear of the unknown that makes death a thing to dread, and makes belief in a idealized afterlife such a popular idea.
Of course, the run-up to death can be rather annoying, especially in a culture that forces you into a hospital to have the agony prolonged until all the money runs out.
Like the old joke says, “I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather, instead of screaming in terror like his passengers.”
As to an afterlife, I kind of hope not. Once I don’t have a body there is nothing I have learned that would have any relevance anymore. No need for language, the arts, professional development, interpersonal skills, my senses, etc. Those are things I learned in order to exist in a physical world, full of things and people. Is there a little piece left after all that stuff is no longer needed? Would some small spark remain, perhaps to join in some collective whole? I’m not really very interested.

Right on man. That was beautiful!! Talk about a flash back for me..

[VenomParticipant 310]

I love being alone. Plus, it helps being a man and being alone. Most men in general are more contempt with it than women. Women can’t deal with being alone because they’re attention whores.

But, as far as “dying alone” goes, we ALL die alone. Just like we’re born alone.

Women and manginas/tradcons use this as a shaming tactic against bachelors into trying to scare them into marriage/relations~~~s.

[OneforfreedomParticipant 930]

Quietlyquietly wrote:

As an aside, I have watched both of my dogs die, in different circumstances. The older one, Adam, was 14 and well past it, and we knew he was not well. We shut the younger one, Hunter, out of the laundry, but he kept scratching at the door, trying to let himself in. He knew. Adam died a few minutes later, in front of me, and Hunter was going beserk outside. We locked Adam’s body in the shed that night, and Hunter actually broke down the door, and uncovered the blanket that we’d laid over Adam, and we found him in there in the morning, licking Adam’s ear.

Hunter was depressed for 5 months after that, wouldn’t go on walks, just lay in front of the door so you couldn’t open it.

This is so touching. Dogs are loyal to each other. What breed were Adam and Hunter? God bless both of them.

[QuietlyquietlyParticipant 728]

They were both golden retrievers, Adam was fairly conventional, but Hunter was a beast. 53kg, and dark marmalade orange, he had a face like a bear and the strength to match, and of course, wouldn’t hurt a fly.

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