Chickenshit-self
I was supposed to go to a funeral today.
I chickened out. I get uncomfortable at funerals. I'm the only person in the world (America) that thinks funeral should be fun. I think its a celebration not time to mourn. Sure, yeah, its sad that someone died... but why sulk about it? Crack jokes and celebrate that he/she is going to the better place. Pray there is a better place!
Thats why I get uncomfortable. I think people should be having a different experence. So picture me having a party in my head... while everyone around me is sad and I want them to party too.
I've been doing a "Living Will" you all should honestly think about it. Its not a "Will and Testament" or whatever that one thing is where you decide who gets your shit... but this is that thing about the Terri Shiavo situation. Like if I'm brain dead... what do I want to happen. Let me sit there, trapped, or just let me die.
I'm a big fan of JUST LET ME GO IN PEACE. But my luck.. the day after I die they'll find a cure for reversin it. Thats good ole lucky me. If it weren't for bad luck... I wouldn't have any.
Blah!
I chickened out. I get uncomfortable at funerals. I'm the only person in the world (America) that thinks funeral should be fun. I think its a celebration not time to mourn. Sure, yeah, its sad that someone died... but why sulk about it? Crack jokes and celebrate that he/she is going to the better place. Pray there is a better place!
Thats why I get uncomfortable. I think people should be having a different experence. So picture me having a party in my head... while everyone around me is sad and I want them to party too.
I've been doing a "Living Will" you all should honestly think about it. Its not a "Will and Testament" or whatever that one thing is where you decide who gets your shit... but this is that thing about the Terri Shiavo situation. Like if I'm brain dead... what do I want to happen. Let me sit there, trapped, or just let me die.
I'm a big fan of JUST LET ME GO IN PEACE. But my luck.. the day after I die they'll find a cure for reversin it. Thats good ole lucky me. If it weren't for bad luck... I wouldn't have any.
Blah!