I doubt I will be remembered at all.

i grew up in a BIG mormon family.

a decade or so ago, a group of 20-ish cousins and i were sitting round the campfire at the reunion. they all discussed among themselves and decided that i am the original black-sheep of the family and they thanked me for being a strong role model for their own journey out of the truly awful mormon religion.

i am very proud of that.

I don’t.

Is it weird that i dont want to be remembered? I just want to fade into nothingness. None of it matters anyway

Someone who really was helpful and friendly and supportive.

I honestly think obscurity wouldn’t be that bad, that would be a victory

i go out of my way to not be

“He was just starting to get pretty okay at playing the Appalachian dulcimer.”

Like Luigi 😉

I want to be remembered for my so-far meager and obscure contributions to the field of mathematics.

Most likely I’ll be remembered as intelligent, kind and sarcastic by a few friends.

Doesn’t that depend on the person? I’ve interacted with many people in different ways over the years, and if I made an impact on them it’s probably not something that a couple of words would meaningfully encompass.

To put it differently, if I think about people who have passed away or people who used to live close to me but now live far away so we’re no longer in contact, the people where I think they changed my life or how I think or feel, talking about them always involves telling a story, or maybe two or three. And that’s how it should be, right?

I want my funeral to be a roast but my fiancee asked me not to.

“You want my treasure? You can have it! I left everything I gathered together in one place. Now you just have to find it.”

I don’t know. I really want people to like me. I wouldn’t describe myself as attention starved, but I get upset pretty easily when I learn people don’t like me. I try to be a good friend. I try to be fun. I try to be the life of the party and a social butterfly but not overstay my welcome in the limelight.

Being remembered implies memory carried through time and space. Being remembered implies future humans remembering.

The grand scheme of the cosmos makes it questionable. There’ll be no human being millions of years from now, at least not the humanity that we know of. If humans lasted for the next thousand years, it’ll certainly be a cosmic miracle, because the scientific tendency is a mass extinction event for the foreseeable future (due to factors such as climate change).

We don’t need to try and imagine a foreseeable future. We can look at the past and question ourselves whether it’s possible or not for a person to actually be remembered. Do we know and remember the name of that first person to ever write within language rules, possibly a Sumerian person? Do we know and remember their name, their life, how they looked like, what they ate? What about the first person to ever lit a fire, possibly a hominid? What about the first person to make something that resembled a wheel?

Time’s cruel. I mean, there’s no cruelty as in a human sense, it’s simply a great, ineffable cosmic indifference towards the “order out of chaos” that we call “living beings”. Even when there are memory carriers, people who remember other people, the memories and thoughts they carry will fade into the oblivion of the entropy. It’s how cosmos functions. Order came from the primordial chaos, and to the primordial chaos it must return.

So, how do I want to be remembered? Do I ever want to be? Even if I did want to be remembered, it wouldn’t matter, because all matter and energy will be forgotten amongst the cosmic soup of chaos rearranged by an unstoppable entropy.