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I have 3 really big fears in my life:
1. Growing old alone.
2. Losing my memory. I mean amnesia, Alzheimer’s, that sort of thing.
3. Not having done something to make the world a better place before I die.
Now, number 1 is one of those things that I still hold hope won’t actually happen, but let’s face it, I only have control of 50% of the possibility. On the other hand, I am happy that I haven’t married someone, and then subsequently divorced them; not so much because of any “sanctity of marriage” crap but because I really hate disappointing people. I mean it sucks to break up with someone you’re dating, I honestly can’t imagine what a divorce would be like.
Number 3, that I may not ever know. Hopefully I will, I mean I’d like to thing that I could be an idiot savant and discover where missing socks go or something. At any rate, it’s a long-term goal; a work in progress.
Number two, now that’s one that I can actively work to fight. I’m not talking about eating fish or something, which while is tasty and full of nutritional stuff, would get old pretty quick. Not to mention, I really don’t need my apartment constantly smelling like grilled salmon.
No, what’s decided to do, is use my neglected blog not solely as a repository of my day-to-day life, but also as a record of my life past.
I occassionally remember stuff from years ago, sometimes intentionally, and sometimes just randomly. Now, instead of simply letting them drift off to Never-Never Land, I’m going to post them here, along with location and date (a best as I can remember).
Hopefully I’ll be able to use it as extra brain-space and lessen what I no longer remember.
So if you’re inclined, come along for the ride, and if you’re not careful, you might learn something before it’s done. So let’s get ready, eh?