For a very long time, you didn’t exist. Then one day, you did. Someday, much sooner than you’d like, you will die. You’ll be dead. The world will not have changed in any great way because of this, or the life you lived beforehand. You’ll act out on ridiculous urges way too much, try to justify it, and have no real superego to speak of. You will be a poor excuse of a person. You will just barely qualify as ‘human.’ That’s the way it starts.
During your life, somebody, somewhere, will love you. They will love you in a powerful way, and you’ll probably be too stupidobliviousscaredweakawestruckstarryeyeddepressed to realize it. If you’re lucky, you’ll clear your head long enough to see what they have offered you; though, most likely, this will be way after the time has passed for you to do anything about it. Your life will be filled with lost, unrequited, imagined, and shallow loves. You will fill your days will petty nonsense like coin-collecting or a career. You will either be considered successful, or not. You will either enjoy the summer or the winter. You will or will not be checked as an organ donor on your identification card. You will become obsessed with facts, numbers, myths, and icons. All the while, someone who may have thought of you kindly will do likewise with their lives. This is how it goes.
You will die (this has already been mentioned), and it will occur very suddenly. Even if you have many months or years to approach, realize, and accept this; it will happen sooner than you think. When it does, some people you have known will feel sad. Some people you barely knew will pay their respects. It won’t greatly affect anything. Maybe someone will feel very sad, but it’s unlikely. Once it’s all over, people will still be amazed by a pitcher’s sinker-ball; the stock market will ebb and flow. A little boy will scrape his knee, and it’ll bleed a little.
That’s how it is.
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I had an old tumblr. Anyone still visiting / stalking that can now visit / stalk this one. I don’t know what email / password the old one is attached to, and at the moment I don’t even recall what the URL was for it. But anyway, don’t go there; you go here instead.