Being immortal?
I'm afraid of how "out of date" I'd become. Imagine spending eternity watching a world totally different from the one you were raised in. Imagine a world that becomes more alien to you with every passing day.
Imagine being relegated to sitting on a bench on a busy street, sighing wistfully about how spoiled the children are now, about how things were when you were a child and having the youth of the day listen to you with cute faces showing distaste and lacking comprehension of your words. How would you describe our lives to them?
That's how I sometimes think our human relics must feel, brought up in their times, what I might even consider a primitive world, living in our modern world.
I just keep envisioning tattered old bones resting on a bench by a dusty street. Immortality would be horrible.
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