My last day on this earth - May 2nd through May 4th , 2008
Ever since I got my plane tickets last month just about every day has been filled with subtle hints that my life is coming to an end. Everything from briefly catching a snippet from Family Guy where someone says "Plane crashes are contagious" to an image this morning on my igoogle. 
It does go further than that. My friend Donnie and I had a conversation in Chicago about living in the "NOW." Meaning, you dont worry about the past nor the future - you concentrate on right now. So since that conversation things have been going smoother since I havent thought so much about my imminent death. Hardly any arguments, enjoying every day, etc.
Before I go to sleep at night I always think of the what ifs. What if I survived a plane crash - it happens. What if I become dismembered? blah blah blah. And since I've thought these things I've read more frequently about plane crashes that have happened most recently with these senarios.
I think too that on May 1st people will see me for the last time up on the big screen. Captured on film for the last time. Creepy. So I try every day to make the most of every hour - though theyre numbered - and not kindly. If something does happen, please make sure my storage bill in Spokane is taken care of and my debt to the IRS. You would think that one sure way to keep yourself from dying unexpectedly is by having debt to the IRS.
Oh another subtle hint just the other day was an article on how to talk and explain to your kids about death. Needless to say, I didnt read the article. I wouldnt be here anyway to explain it - obviously.
I've wondered - what are the ways you know your going to die? There must be something. I imagine seconds before death a rainbow unicorn pops up in front of you and licks your face. Then *poof* you've been instantly snuffed out like .
BUT, if I have any dreams the night before or any day dreams that carry a ginormous foreboding - then I will leave a post-it somewhere at the airport for someone on the night shift to sweep up. This post-it will be found years later and put in a museum like the Hindenburg postcard.
So that I do not panic during every bump and turn on the plane - Ive rented the first season of The Office. It seems the rainbow unicorn of death doesnt laugh much and frankly, I think the noise scares it away. With all this said and done - farewell... until Sunday night when I return home, thankful for my feet to be on the ground and not in it.
::EDIT::
To prove my subtle hints on imminent death, when I just viewed my post and moused over the moth image this image came up: And since posting this edit when I mouse over the moth, this image does not show up. Now - I'm not crazy am I?
It does go further than that. My friend Donnie and I had a conversation in Chicago about living in the "NOW." Meaning, you dont worry about the past nor the future - you concentrate on right now. So since that conversation things have been going smoother since I havent thought so much about my imminent death. Hardly any arguments, enjoying every day, etc.
Before I go to sleep at night I always think of the what ifs. What if I survived a plane crash - it happens. What if I become dismembered? blah blah blah. And since I've thought these things I've read more frequently about plane crashes that have happened most recently with these senarios.
I think too that on May 1st people will see me for the last time up on the big screen. Captured on film for the last time. Creepy. So I try every day to make the most of every hour - though theyre numbered - and not kindly. If something does happen, please make sure my storage bill in Spokane is taken care of and my debt to the IRS. You would think that one sure way to keep yourself from dying unexpectedly is by having debt to the IRS.
Oh another subtle hint just the other day was an article on how to talk and explain to your kids about death. Needless to say, I didnt read the article. I wouldnt be here anyway to explain it - obviously.
I've wondered - what are the ways you know your going to die? There must be something. I imagine seconds before death a rainbow unicorn pops up in front of you and licks your face. Then *poof* you've been instantly snuffed out like .
BUT, if I have any dreams the night before or any day dreams that carry a ginormous foreboding - then I will leave a post-it somewhere at the airport for someone on the night shift to sweep up. This post-it will be found years later and put in a museum like the Hindenburg postcard.
So that I do not panic during every bump and turn on the plane - Ive rented the first season of The Office. It seems the rainbow unicorn of death doesnt laugh much and frankly, I think the noise scares it away. With all this said and done - farewell... until Sunday night when I return home, thankful for my feet to be on the ground and not in it.
::EDIT::
To prove my subtle hints on imminent death, when I just viewed my post and moused over the moth image this image came up: And since posting this edit when I mouse over the moth, this image does not show up. Now - I'm not crazy am I?