Everything has been changing, at a rather rapid pace I might add. Some for the better...A lot for the worse. But maybe changing for the worst is for the best. Better than better, the best! I've started thinking about politics a lot lately, I guess Government will do that to you... Laying here letting my mind wander, the thought to try out politics actually crossed my mind, scary right? I sat here and thought, hey, John McCain just went into the military, got captured, came home and used it all as a base for running for what, senate? I could do that!
If I don't do that, hell, maybe i'll just be a teacher? Isn't that everyone's fallback plan nowadays anyways? I mean, who wants to make a healthy living anyways? Educators should make as much money as CEO's do. This country is corrupt by the government and quite frankly it needs to be overthrown.
I'm also slipping back into my past, which isn't the best thing to do, but what if I am happier that way? Or at least I have the illusion of being happy. Afterall, almost everything is an illusion. Being an Atheist, what am I thinking? I maintain morals now, at least more than I did in my past. What am I doing? In my opinion, life hits a dead end at death. You go nowhere afterwards except into the ground, and even then it isn't you. It is just the empty carcass that used to have you inside of it. If you're lucky, you live forever. I'd rather be infamous than go unnoticed. That is my biggest fear of all, not dying, rather, dying and slipping away in your own rotting carcass.
Dying away with your carcass is the worst thing you could ever do. The definition of a carcass in one sense is "Remains from which the substanse or character is gone." so if you die with your carcass than is it really a carcass that is being buried? I refuse to be buried as a person. I'll know on my deathbed if i'll be remembered, and only if that happens will I consent to being buried. What will really happen though, since we all know I will slip away with my body, is I will choose to be burned. A pyromaniac surfer really does deserve to be burned and spread on the beach he loves, or she for that matter.
Life is changing so much. Not too long ago I was probably the happiest that I've ever been, but now, I am blogging about my own death. I don't have anything else to say really.
If you've made it this far I am dreadfully sorry.
Goodnight
