I was driving home late tonight, deep in thought, admittedly still a little stoned and thinking about life, naturally. I’m taking this Abnormal Psych. class, right? And so I’m constantly dissecting life and analyzing myself and everyone around me— more than I was before this class, if you can believe that. Morbid and paranoid as it is, almost every time I’m in a car I consider the vast and interesting ways I could happen to die. Firey, horrific, unusual, you name it, and I have thought about it. Just for a second.
Tonight I considered not who would care, but rather, who would feel it, instantly?
Who would feel the cord of my life cut in half?
Only one person came to mind. I have no idea what all this means, but trust that I certainly am acknowledging the significance of it.