Not everythimg is just about me, only almost everything!
Knowing that the person I am resides in my head; one would think that I’d be popping aspirin like M&Ms. I fear a stroke more than death, because the loss of intellect or the ability to communicate is death of a worse kind. Still I rarely remember to take an aspirin. Is this because I’m denying my own mortality? (almost certainly) Or does my peculiar mind flit from thought to thought so quickly that I have to stop and examine one, if it is to become a memory. And don’t get me started on what loss... Sign in to see full entry.