Where SqrlCub feigned his own death as a practical joke.
I not only found it very funny, even if tasteless, but it hit very close to home, since I unadvertently did something similar in another forum where I posted something to the effect of
I didn’t feel in danger, of course (I wouldn’t have fired up the computer to write about it if I had). In my mind it was not different from saying “Hmm, it looks like another rainy day in the island”. This was, btw, the pigeon incident that I think I have told here before.
After that post, I went about my usual saturday morning business, which do not include the computer. I didn’t have a chance to return to the forum until the next day, where I found a full mailbox and a few concerned posts.
Oops. Luckily, banning didin’t ensue.
Has anyone else gotten his community all worked up about the prospect of his death? It doesn’t have to be online, my uncle once left the house in his PJs to get milk from the corner store and didn’t return for 3 days (he had gone to the beach with some friends who were driving by).
You did fake your death here once, but only with more subtly.
You posted like a motherfuck for two months then vanished, I was under the assumption we lost you. Just more in a sudden and unexpected manner, such as a car wreck. Or complications with hardcore bondage domination.
Ok, it’s summertime and I’m 13. Some relatives are visiting, so there are a bunch of cousins and my own large family. We decide to go to Turner Falls. It’s a state park in Oklahoma. I had recently been there for a class trip.
So I’m the youngest kid there. Mostly, my sibs and cousins don’t want me hanging around and to be perfectly honest, that suits me fine.
Turner Falls has a large swiming area, near the entrance to the park. This is feed by a long creek at the head of the creek are the titular falls. There is a second swiming area there as well as some minor caves to explore and such.
So after swiming in the main area for a while I decide to go up to the falls. I TOLD MY SISTER AND MY COUSIN WHERE I WAS GOING. Some time later, mother can’t see me in the pool, as I’m not there. She asks if anyone knows where I am. Nobody knows. Apparently they made everyone get out of the main swimming area, at least 200 people so the life guard could dive around and look for my body.
So I know it’s getting close to time to leave so I start to head back and I see my uncle. He waves to me to come to him and then there is the park ranger with his car. We get in the back, I am not told anything at this point. I have no idea why we are getting a ride with the ranger but my uncle is old and walks slow so maybe he asked for a ride. It’s only about a 1/4 mile anyway. When I get out of the car my mother screams and grabs me and hugs me like, well, like I came back from the dead.
I nearly fooled myself once. I didn’t take the prospect of my death anywhere near as nonchalantly as I thought I would. That was kind of upsetting–to find out that, no matter how much I’ve convinced myself that I’m in control of my animal nature, I’m really just an instinctual creature at the core of my being, when push comes to shove.
I’ve actually had three brushes with death in the last three and a half years or so. Due to the circumstances (quick medical attention in two cases, quick escape uninjured in the other), I wasn’t actually walking the line between life and death or anything at any point. Thanksgiving dinner is about to start in a few minutes, so I’ll come back and tell the story of the time I was talking about (and the other two stories if anyone’s interested)–assuming I’m awake, of course.
I dreamed I died once. I was exectuted along with a bunch of other people when the Bush administration decided to go fully dictatorial and started to exterminate everyone. The death wasn’t so bad actually. It felt like falling into the night time sky, but without stars.
Then I came back as a ghost and was really pissed because people wer going through my stuff.
I’m sorry I haven’t told the story yet. It’s been told in bits and pieces in other threads. I’d like to post The Definitive Version in this thread, but well, it was anxiety-related (with a heaping helping of overindulgence in caffeine over a period of a few months), and I’ve been having some anxiety issues over this last week, and thinking about the story is making me lightheaded and fainty. I’ll try to come back in and tell the whole story at some point, but don’t be surprised if the thread is on Page 5 by the time I can start typing it out without hyperventilating a little. Sorry.
I was badly frightened when my (dental) oral surgeon told me my oral cancer had returned and was more than he could deal with; he said he expected the surgeon he referred me to would do a throat resection before making a decision regarding chemotherapy. He then put one hand on my shoulder, looked me straight in the eyes and said he hated to give me such bad news. I asked if he were sounding my death knell and he sort of shrugged and told me to wait until I saw the other surgeon. Scared the hell out of me.
