I’ve never told anyone this before.
I think about this existential stuff a lot, too, and I’m a little obsessive about dates and numbers and stuff. And I know that I will die. I don’t know when or how, but for sure that I will. I often wonder, what will my death day be? Well it won’t matter because I will be dead, but still, it’s an important day, because it’s the one that marks the end of days for my life. My birthday marked the beginning. So there’s no way of knowing the (inverse of anniversary) of my death day. It could be today, Sept. 24. I won’t know. One of these days in 365 (or 366 on leap year) will be the day. My birthday is special. My death day is also special. So I should observe every day as special, because it could be the (inverse of anniversary) of my future death.
Please don’t make fun of me lol. It’s one of the quirky things that helps me deal and keep my chin up, and my life in perspective. It works for me.
33 is a great age. Keep at it, the living, the musing, and the sobriety.
bexxed