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meganashadams 's review for:
Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
by Emily Austin
this fucked me up big time
specifically:
“I keep noticing so many people aren't happy, and it's been making me feel sick. I keep looking at everyone and thinking, Oh my God, I just want them to smile. I keep staring at peoples mouths. Do you know what I mean? I keep thinking, Oh my God, I just wish you were smiling
Rosemary nods. "Yes, I have thought about that too." She looks at my mouth. "Now, do you ever think about how people might wish that for you?"
“If I lived on Mercury, I'd be 116. Id have orbited the sun that many times. On Venus, I'd be forty-five. I'd be fourteen on Mars. On Saturn, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto, I wouldn't even be one yet.”
“My mother had a baby, and her mother had a baby, and her mother had a baby. Every woman in my family before me lived to have a baby- just so that baby could grow up to have another baby. If I don’t have a baby, then all of those women reproduced just so that I could exist. I am the final product. I am the final baby.”
“when I think about the Catholic church, and about most religions in general, my theory is that they came to be as a solution to our existential dread. It's comforting to imagine that everyone who is dead is just waiting for us in the next room. It's calming to imagine that we have an all-powerful father who is watching over us, and who loves us. All of it makes us feel like our lives have some divine meaning it
helps us feel happy. It's ironic that a belief system theoretically created to help me feel safe and meaningful takes away one of the few things that makes me feel like my life is worth living at all.”
specifically:
“I keep noticing so many people aren't happy, and it's been making me feel sick. I keep looking at everyone and thinking, Oh my God, I just want them to smile. I keep staring at peoples mouths. Do you know what I mean? I keep thinking, Oh my God, I just wish you were smiling
Rosemary nods. "Yes, I have thought about that too." She looks at my mouth. "Now, do you ever think about how people might wish that for you?"
“If I lived on Mercury, I'd be 116. Id have orbited the sun that many times. On Venus, I'd be forty-five. I'd be fourteen on Mars. On Saturn, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto, I wouldn't even be one yet.”
“My mother had a baby, and her mother had a baby, and her mother had a baby. Every woman in my family before me lived to have a baby- just so that baby could grow up to have another baby. If I don’t have a baby, then all of those women reproduced just so that I could exist. I am the final product. I am the final baby.”
“when I think about the Catholic church, and about most religions in general, my theory is that they came to be as a solution to our existential dread. It's comforting to imagine that everyone who is dead is just waiting for us in the next room. It's calming to imagine that we have an all-powerful father who is watching over us, and who loves us. All of it makes us feel like our lives have some divine meaning it
helps us feel happy. It's ironic that a belief system theoretically created to help me feel safe and meaningful takes away one of the few things that makes me feel like my life is worth living at all.”