If I’m incapable of any quality of life, as in incapable of expressing my thoughts beyond simple yes and no answers, please for the love of god kill me. Seriously. Kill me. Find whatever you can and end me. The ability to use language and tools to a high degree is what seperates us from other animals, (Yeah, animals. I know. It sucks to think that we’re not unique snowflakes, but we’re really no different than any other living, breathing, shitting, fucking, fighting carbon based life forms). If I lose that ability, I implore you to kill me. You’re pissing me off if you don’t. I don’t need anyone to say magic words or anything, just end it. Please.
I’m immortalizing this on my server, backed up on my computer, saved forever in google’s cache, so there’s no doubt. Not only do I not want to be kept alive, I want to be killed. Preferably painlessly and quickly, but anything is better than lying there coherent, but incapable. If I’m fucked, have mercy and kill me and play a Beatles song or something. Oh bla di, oh bla da sounds good, it reminds me of listening to the white album on vinyl in my old house in midtown.
If this is too personal, go fuck yourself. I’m feeling introspective.
-Sig
I deserve a beer for writing this.