An honest thought on Death

I feel like a large portion of why death is so feared is because we mistakenly feel like we'll be able to experience what it is like being dead. Not dying, not in the process of dying but actually being dead. The thing is, when we're dead we don't know anything. We don't feel anything. We are no longer sensation receivers. Death is so taboo in our world that to openly state you wouldn't mind dying automatically means you are some kind of a freak.
Here's the thing, i really wouldn't mind dying. I'm not suicidal or anything but I don't mind being driven home by my mum even though she's not that good of a driver. I am fully comfortable with the posit that i may no longer exist ever forever and ever and i'll be forgotten completely.

People are so scared of death because it is a far out thing to imagine. But to me, it seems like a really, truly fantastic thing to not be the 'receiver of sensations'. We are all receiver of sensations and it happens whether we want it to or not. It's like we're an open funnel that has no lid and things are constantly being fed into it. We receive an array of different sensations some good and some bad but the bad ones are the ones that really have the power. The bad sensations seem to 'matter' more to us. I feel like i've gotten to the point where happy and sad are almost irrelevant to how i live my days out. It's more about finding the most intelligent way to smoothly get from A to B as efficiently as possible without wasting energy. Death is like the resolver of all problems. It is the biggest full stop that ever hit the page. And i wouldn't' mind not receiving anymore sensations from my nose, my eyes, my skin and my tongue. I wouldn't mind not ever having another 'thought' again. If only I could choose what gets to be fed into me because it seems like every time we go out into the world, we are putting ourselves at risk. At risk of changing religion or ditching friends or moving countries. And these are all thoughts that are suggested to us without our consent.

I think it's morbid that someone my age has become this well acquainted with the posit of death. To be perfectly honest, i have no fear of being forgotten. In fact, i think there is something kind of amazing and beautiful about living a life so intense and then for that life and all that was within it to be erased completely from your mind and the minds of everyone else who was a part of it too. You die, they die and then what has happened are now simply expired atoms. If you know me in person you'll know that i constantly rag on about how old i feel. Well my question is if i'm THIS old feeling now, then how the hell am i going to feel when i'm 35?