Monday, January 5, 2009


I just looked at the clock. It's 9:11.

I have to be honest. September 11th didn't really upset me. I think it's tragic people died in such a way, don't get me wrong, but it didn't make me worry more about my security/safety.

Granted, I don't fear death. I don't hope for it anymore, but I definitely do not fear it.

I've never understood the fear of death. I understand if it's a fear of a painful death. I would rather avoid pain if I could... although, I'm losing my fear of pain, too.

I have been oddly at peace with almost everything.

It really is odd.

It's probably because my brain is fried.

By aliens... or my fourteen year stint of heavy antidepressants.

Probably the latter; although, I haven't ruled out the former.

Damn aliens.


  1. I have the same point about fear of heights--I'm not afraid of heights--I'm afraid of falling from great heights. Just like I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid of the process of dying, and the accompanying pain.

  2. It's as Yoda from Star Wars Episode III said: "Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those that have joined the Force.."

    That being said, the "force" would translate to "God" for us. I think what it is is that we glorify pleasure in life and often do not think of what takes place after. Yet, as Christians we know that the Heavenly place, the interitance granted to us from the foundation of the world, waits for us.

    Now I must go to bed inasmuch as I have a self-prescribed time of 7:00a.m. to wake up. Shopping at the Target store next to my house, hehe. :)