Yup, this is my hell.
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I think my personal hell is oblivion. To not have a mind anymore is a horrible concept to me. Even fear of insanity and torture don't come anywhere near the terror I feel when I think of the void that I believe comes after death.
As for a hell that has a bit more... substance to it, I would have to say social interaction without any breaks or privacy whatsoever. I enjoy talking with people and I don't have any trouble with it, but after about an hour of being with people I usually wan't nothing more than to take a break for a bit by myself.
As for a hell that has a bit more... substance to it, I would have to say social interaction without any breaks or privacy whatsoever. I enjoy talking with people and I don't have any trouble with it, but after about an hour of being with people I usually wan't nothing more than to take a break for a bit by myself.
Alzheimer's and dementia. The thought of not being able to think or remember scares the living shit out of me. I've met a few people with Alzheimer's at various times and I just couldn't live like that.
By the time I was reading the last few chapters, my eyes were wide and my grip on the book became shaky as a new fear of loosing my sense of perception began to take hold.MarsAtlas said:
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Credit to the book though for being able to pull me in like that.
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On another note, endlessly falling dreams are some of my favorite. The feeling of falling and flipping around without the fear of ever hitting something is awesome to me. I can mess with my sense of balance as I lie in bed which means that I can bring that gut wrenching feeling of vertigo making the dream feel real.
... Well, I find it fun.
My personal hell would be normal, everyday life.
See, being chased by monsters or facing ludicrous hazards is scary and all, but you could eventually find a way to over come them. Or, you would falter and die. But for me, there's something far worse.
Basically, having to live out a normal, humdrum day; repeated ad infinitum. Think of the film, Groundhog Day, only you can never escape.
THAT would be my personal hell.
See, being chased by monsters or facing ludicrous hazards is scary and all, but you could eventually find a way to over come them. Or, you would falter and die. But for me, there's something far worse.
Basically, having to live out a normal, humdrum day; repeated ad infinitum. Think of the film, Groundhog Day, only you can never escape.
THAT would be my personal hell.
My personal hell, Simple
being forced to watch moe harem crap for years on end while having a much of stereotypical hikkiomori and weeaboos talk about how "kawaii" the girls are and how they want to screw them
yeah, despite my love of anime, I really hate the direction the industry is going and the community's more repugnant members
This scene comes to mind
being forced to watch moe harem crap for years on end while having a much of stereotypical hikkiomori and weeaboos talk about how "kawaii" the girls are and how they want to screw them
yeah, despite my love of anime, I really hate the direction the industry is going and the community's more repugnant members
This scene comes to mind
Stuck in an elevator that plays nothing but bad (is there even good?) disco, horrible muzak translations of good songs and NPR talk radio. And even if I find a way out of the elevator I only get stuck in yet another somehow. Thats hell.
Being in an unclean, high-traffic public bathroom that has no doors on the stalls (they exist in some male bathrooms. Crazy, I know).
I'm extremely bladder shy and even more bowel shy in public restrooms. Even with one person in the room and me in a stall I find it difficult; a crowded restroom where people can see me though? Forget about it.
I'm extremely bladder shy and even more bowel shy in public restrooms. Even with one person in the room and me in a stall I find it difficult; a crowded restroom where people can see me though? Forget about it.
Being tracked by someone out of sight, but I know they're nearby. If I've ever actually seen them, they have no eyes.
That they have no kind of visual perception and just a blank spot of skin makes it so uncanny valley for me--they have no eyes, but they can still see, and hunt me.
Basically, slender man: 2spooky4me.
That they have no kind of visual perception and just a blank spot of skin makes it so uncanny valley for me--they have no eyes, but they can still see, and hunt me.
Basically, slender man: 2spooky4me.
Just a quick list:
Being blind.
Buried alive.
Homeless.
Spider party.
Living in a haunted house where ghosts constantly wake you up by screaming right next to your face.
Eternal loading screens.
Being in the middle of a large body of water where large, unidentifiable creatures are swimming beneath me.
Power outages.
Forced to play nothing but Superman 64 for the rest of my life.
Anything with giant squids.
Getting Cancer.
Eternal Summer.
A world where Christmas is cancelled.
Stuck in heavy traffic in 95 degree temperature without air conditioning.(which is called Summer in Southern California)
Being blind.
Buried alive.
Homeless.
Spider party.
Living in a haunted house where ghosts constantly wake you up by screaming right next to your face.
Eternal loading screens.
Being in the middle of a large body of water where large, unidentifiable creatures are swimming beneath me.
Power outages.
Forced to play nothing but Superman 64 for the rest of my life.
Anything with giant squids.
Getting Cancer.
Eternal Summer.
A world where Christmas is cancelled.
Stuck in heavy traffic in 95 degree temperature without air conditioning.(which is called Summer in Southern California)
As Jean-Paul Sartre said, "L'enfer, c'est les autres" - "Hell is other people". So my own personal Hell would be being stuck in crowds of people with no way to get away from them at all.
You know I always found 50 First Dates sort of dark in that sense. I mean the girl always forgets each and every day. Can you imagine being in her shoes and going to sleep when you're say 20 and waking up to find that you're now 6 months pregnant with the child of a man you never met before? Going to sleep and waking up on a boat. Going to sleep and being woken up by your 9 year old that you didn't have the day before. Waking up only to learn that your father died several years ago. Going to sleep and waking up to find that you're now 70 years old.Haunted Serenity said:
Literally nothing can be accomplished. And she's always waking up to meet new people. Her husband. Her children. To me that movie was never really sweet or funny. I can't imagine living like that. Even a vacation would be frightening.
Getting one or two things at the store during a busy part and being stuck behind a long line of people getting two carts worth of stuff and the self-check being run by incompetent morons who don't know how to scan items.
That's... probably the most mundane ring of hell I can think of for myself and that's excluding fears or more sensible things I hate such as nihilistic future aspects and not being able to find exactly what I'm looking for when I see people running around WITH exactly what I'm looking for.
That's... probably the most mundane ring of hell I can think of for myself and that's excluding fears or more sensible things I hate such as nihilistic future aspects and not being able to find exactly what I'm looking for when I see people running around WITH exactly what I'm looking for.
The episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, entitled Tapestry [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tapestry_(Star_Trek:_The_Next_Generation)], wherein Captain Picard "travels" to an alternate time line wherein changes in his past have utterly destroyed his previous life and accomplishments, leaving him an obscure nobody of an Ensign.
I, too, would "rather die as 'Captain of the Enterprise' than live a life of obscurity."
Knowing that I can't do either, and that it is almost entirely my own fault, is my personal hell.
I, too, would "rather die as 'Captain of the Enterprise' than live a life of obscurity."
Knowing that I can't do either, and that it is almost entirely my own fault, is my personal hell.
The same, except modify it to a club with shitty music, 20 ? drinks, having no earplugs, no friends to talk to and no way of getting out. I like going to clubs from time to time, but most often the music they play is so terrible I just want to get out of there.Tahaneira said:
Being unable to be heard, seen, or touched (I suppose smell and taste apply, too. Weirdo.).
It sounds incredibly vain at first, but to be surrounded by people, be alive, and yet so utterly and helplessly alone, would be a very special kind of soul-crushing.
It sounds incredibly vain at first, but to be surrounded by people, be alive, and yet so utterly and helplessly alone, would be a very special kind of soul-crushing.
Probably much the same as the OP, with like, billions of normal sized spiders. Like a ball pit from Satan's playground.
Being deaf would be mine. I think I could get by without sight, but losing my hearing would be horrible for me. No longer being able to enjoy music is probably be the most depressing thing I can think of. Being blind would be terrible, too, but deafness would be a whole other level.EHKOS said:
My personal hell would be getting trapped on a space station or satellite on a spiral orbit into a black hole with no chance of rescue. Either the relentless solitude would get to me, or the knowledge of the inevitability of my painful annihilation.