Dying. Don’t get me wrong I’m not thrilled about it or look forward to it. I raised in the hellfire and brimstone Baptist church indoctrination and I was so horrified at everything I did that may be considered a sin for fear of unending torture. As the years went by, and my “faith” slipped away, the thought of death is much.
I rationalized that once I go to sleep, I don’t give a shit that I’m asleep or know I’m asleep. So once I’m dead I won’t know I’m dead or give a shit that I’m dead, so I don’t obsess over it to the point of insomnia like I did when I was a kid.