Sometimes I can’t figure out where my life path will lead. I consider it carefully, map it all out in my head, and run through as many scenarios I can imagine, but it often comes down to two options: Conclusion #1: I will die old, unfulfilled, and alone. Conclusion #2: I will die young, unfulfilled, and alone. They don’t seem like anything I’d want to actually choose from, and my relentless optimism™ works its ever-loving ass off to give me…
Today, a thought occurred to me: You know you’re dying, but you don’t know that you’re dead.
The slogan has been around for years now. I just read a story where “Weird” Al Yankovic said that nerds saw him growing up, and they find that it gets better. I want to love that kind of certain optimism, but I can’t, because it simply isn’t so. Look, it CAN get better. Bad things in your youth can be shed (mostly) when you become an adult. When you grow older, you can take your life in your own…
So I left a message board the other day. It’s not one most of you know. I had been a member there since 2004, and it was an off-shoot of a message board I’m still a part of today. I don’t know how most folks do it, but when I go to a discussion board, or forum if you prefer, I actually wish to discuss things. I will make a statement, ask a question, provide answers to questions asked of…