"When I buy a new book I always read the last page first. That way, in case I die before I finish, I know how it ends. That, my friend, is a dark side."-Harry Burns, When Harry Met Sally

Friends...countrymen...lend me your ears, and I shall bore you with a longwinded entry about death.

Just like Harry, "I spend hours, I spend days" thinking about death. Don't get me wrong-I'm not particulary morbid or anything. It's just something that has always fascinated me. There's so many questions I have. It's this thing where so many things can happen(Heaven? Hell? Purgatory? Something another religion believes? A mixture of Christianity and other religions? Something totally different?) or nothing can happen at all. It's something 99.9% of people seem to fear. It's something many of us can not accept. And, of course, the ultimate irony: it is the only certainty we have in life.

Why did I write this entry? ...Oh, right. While my mother and I were making the unholy trek back up to the college(I go home for the weekends, you understand), clearly there was a conspiracy against us developed by truck drivers on Interstate 75. We were almost killed at LEAST twice, maybe more. It was utter craziness. And while my poor mum is simultaneously fearing for both of our lives and cussing out the obviously BLIND truck drivers, I was simultaneously laughing at both her reaction and the situation we were in. What this said to me was one of two things:

1)I have wasted so much of my life contemplating the end of it that I no longer fear death. Actually, I know for sure I don't fear it. I'm too curious to fear it

or

2)UF has made me so misreable that the possibility of death made me laugh with glee.

Or maybe I am just dumb. All of them fit, really.

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