I've made this list of all the homework I have to do this weekend. Number one on the list is "Read Phaedrus and take notes". Well I started doing homework at 11am. It's 3:05pm. I am still reading Phaedrus. And I have another... say 18 pages to go. I really need to move on a do the next thing on my list. I really can't waste my day trying to read it.
I'm utter perplexed at how the journalism girls in my class do it. They're just really smart and have an intensely brilliant work ethic. I admire their ability to read everything in one day, plus do all of their other work for uni. That is skillful. Muchos kudos to them. I am so envious.
Anyway, I had vent that out.
Last night on the bus I had horrifying thoughts about death. It freaked me out how when we die, there will be nothing. In a sense when one dies, that's the end of the world for the individual. I don't know. I'm not really sure what I am rambling about but I just became incredibly anxious at the thought of dying. What does it feel like to die?
I was thinking about coma patients who have their life support turned off. On the one hand I imagined what it would be like to wake up from a coma. Would it be just like waking up from a good sleep? Would you dream? You would probably wake up very confused, and you would doubt so much time has passed since you've been sleeping.
But what if your life support is turned off? You could be dreaming and then when life support switches off, what would happen to your dream? Would you continue dreaming? Would it fade to black?
What would actually happen?