Apart from wanting to delete all hentai and open the door so that my nice landlord doesn’t have to deal with a two weeks corpse, I only feel free and not partic

Apart from wanting to delete all hentai and open the door so that my nice landlord doesn’t have to deal with a two weeks corpse, I only feel free and not particularly terrified. Also miserable because nothing made enough sense, as usual. Of course in a real situation a pure biological drive would kick in, but not in this thought experiment. The last time I’ve got the most popular disease of the decade, I actually thought I may end up dead and did the two things and felt as above. Thing is, people may have very different views on life and reasons to worry about it. I for one seem to not really worry about the end (still to be explored in case of something long like cancer), probably because I don’t see it as a period of existence. The period of existence and the fuck is with it is what worries me. Disclaimer: I’m not in debt, pain, legal/criminal trouble, not relatively poor and not suicidal.