Here's a little information about myself that people find interesting or really creepy...
I'm not phased by death. As much of a panic as I get in about life, when someone close to me dies, I rarely cry. This is not to say I don't feel sad about it, it just doesn't make me breakdown like it does to so many.
I don't know if it's my life long distaste for existence (seriously, lifelong. I used to talk about wanting to die to my Mom when I was 6 years old. I don't remember this [I have very few memories of being young], but it scared the SHIT out of my mother, and she remembers it very clearly), or if I learned to not feel somewhere along the line.
It's actually a little funny to me how much death has been on my mind in life. No one knows how I devined the concept of death, but no one ever explained it to me, I just knew exactly what it was when my Grandfather died when I was five, then freaked out the people at his funeral when the tried to say things like:
"He's asleep," and I responded "No he's not. He's DEAD!"
No wonder my teachers were scared of me when I was a little kid. My kindergarten teacher once came to my house to tell my parents I should be put into therapy because I was a "dark child." She was the first in a long line of people to tell my parents or myself that there's something wrong with me, which continues to this day. Ha!
Too much information?
A little creepy?
Yeah, that's me.
A'yuh,
J.R.
P.S. Hey Canadians! We've got an election comin' up. Start researching platforms and be ready to vote! It's not a right, it's a responsibility.
I'm not phased by death. As much of a panic as I get in about life, when someone close to me dies, I rarely cry. This is not to say I don't feel sad about it, it just doesn't make me breakdown like it does to so many.
I don't know if it's my life long distaste for existence (seriously, lifelong. I used to talk about wanting to die to my Mom when I was 6 years old. I don't remember this [I have very few memories of being young], but it scared the SHIT out of my mother, and she remembers it very clearly), or if I learned to not feel somewhere along the line.
It's actually a little funny to me how much death has been on my mind in life. No one knows how I devined the concept of death, but no one ever explained it to me, I just knew exactly what it was when my Grandfather died when I was five, then freaked out the people at his funeral when the tried to say things like:
"He's asleep," and I responded "No he's not. He's DEAD!"
No wonder my teachers were scared of me when I was a little kid. My kindergarten teacher once came to my house to tell my parents I should be put into therapy because I was a "dark child." She was the first in a long line of people to tell my parents or myself that there's something wrong with me, which continues to this day. Ha!
Too much information?
A little creepy?
Yeah, that's me.
A'yuh,
J.R.
P.S. Hey Canadians! We've got an election comin' up. Start researching platforms and be ready to vote! It's not a right, it's a responsibility.