12:58:38 PM PDT
What if… I stepped out in front of a speeding truck?… I walked out to the middle of Golden Gate Bridge and jumped off?… I drove my car really fast and took off my seatbelt and aimed for something large and concrete?… this airplane plunges into the ground… what if?
Okay, I realize I’m being morbid. This has nothing to do with my current state of mind so nobody worry that I’m gonna die some horrible death, okay? I’ve had random thoughts like that since I understood the concept of death. I come up with scenarios and they are so shocking that I can’t actually think about them for very long. I guess I wonder what if because I don’t know. See, with most things I have a good idea of what happens after I do them. Usually not much. Drink water, feel hydrated. Eat food, feel full. Eat too much, feel fat. But with the what ifs I have no idea. One big question mark in complete darkness. Or maybe just complete darkness. Is that what death is? Darkness? If even that? Nothing? See, I wonder about that. I hate not knowing. It’s not scary, but it just bothers me that I don’t know what to expect. And I hate that I’ll find out when I find out, and that I have to wait until I’ve done all the other stuff I want to do in life.
What can I say, I’m curious and impatient.
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And now for a non-morbid what if that I ponder quite often:
What if I took all my clothes off and danced on the conference table in the middle of a big important meeting?
A big question mark, though not dark. This one’s bright yellow. Whoo!
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