What if you had 6 months to live? We've all heard that question before (whether it's 1 month, 6 months, a year, whatever). I've never been able to come up with a good answer. Sometimes I think I would want to surround myself with friends and family to enjoy the company of those who care about me. Other time I feel like I would want to go far away from where anyone knew me. Not because I want to be alone, or don't want to be a burden, but because I don't like people feeling sorry for me. Also, it seems like other people would want to constantly talk to you about the end of your life and what that means to them. Of course, that's important, but it's also important for me to focus on myself. That would be especially true if I were dying. I don't think I'd want to have to witness anyone else's pain. If you're dying do you have the right to be selfish about it, or should you be concerned with how it will affect those you share your life with? I guess it would be different if I were married with children.
On a lighter note, just over a week ago I was on a plane sitting directly in front of Ted Danson and Mary Steenburgen (I think that's her last name). Ted had his right foot over his left knee and he kept twitching it back and forth so it kicked the back of my seat. This would happen every so often for about 30 seconds or so. Every time I worked up the nerve to say something like, "Excuse me, Mr. Danson? What you're doing is very irritating," he would stop. I got him in the end, though. Literally. When everyone got up from their seats after the plane landed, I accidentally elbowed him in the ass while pulling my suitcase from the compartment above the seats across the aisle. Take that!
On a lighter note, just over a week ago I was on a plane sitting directly in front of Ted Danson and Mary Steenburgen (I think that's her last name). Ted had his right foot over his left knee and he kept twitching it back and forth so it kicked the back of my seat. This would happen every so often for about 30 seconds or so. Every time I worked up the nerve to say something like, "Excuse me, Mr. Danson? What you're doing is very irritating," he would stop. I got him in the end, though. Literally. When everyone got up from their seats after the plane landed, I accidentally elbowed him in the ass while pulling my suitcase from the compartment above the seats across the aisle. Take that!
that`ll teach that bastard.
as for your dying question.... i would like to go far away, probably travel and see as much as i could. i think you can be as selfish as you want to when you`re dying. it`s nice to be able to set people at ease and let them know how you`re dealing with it, but beyond that i don`t feel like it`s your obligation to take care of them.
and yes i do have more mixes i could share with you. where should i send them?.. also i should really sart on a new one for the website before they get mad at me again. i`m always late with that shit