This could have been caused by the fact the man had a really deep voice and kept apologising for bothering me, something I reckon death would do quite a lot. He was also wearing quite a mismatching outfit of chinos and hiking boots (I know!) and I figured death probably wouldn't have time to dress properly before heading out to carry off new souls back to the underworld. It's worrying, really, how little it took to convince me that this stranger was the harbinger of doom, but hey, it's happened. Too late to change it.
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| I Googled death and this came up. |
Anyway, the idea of death arriving at my door filled me with a sense of dread and the realisation that I'd not really done anything I wanted to do. What if it was too late? What if I'd missed my chance to LIVE? It got me quite worked up for at least the length of time it took me to write those first two paragraphs. Weirdly I'm sort of over it now, but I feel like I ought to see it through for your benefit and because if I don't write a blog post about this I'll only end up writing one about something else and I can't be doing with thinking right now, alright?
The thing is, right, different people have different ideas about what living really is. Some people think that to really experience life you have to go travelling and skydive at least three times while wearing a range of silly hats. I've never done any of that, although I was once in Florida while there was a hurricane! But despite that I have done quite a lot of things. Some of these things could certainly be considered life, surely? I decided to ask someone but unfortunately I have no friends and my family wouldn't want to waste their time playing along with my silly ideas of fun. Their loss.
So I ended up just asking myself and I agreed that really, you don't have to conform to other peoples ideas of good living, you just have to stick to your own. If you can tick your own checklist off then you've done the best you can. If other people think you've been doing things wrong, screw 'em. They don't matter.
I have a few checklists to fill, like a daily one that involves making a cup of tea and telling at least one joke that gets a laugh.
There's a checklist for the week that includes creating five updates on here (sorry) and adding a few thousand words to the AMAZING book I am writing. You can have a signed copy when it's done.
Then I have one to complete before I am dead but it's silly and I don't want to jinx it.
Anyway the man at the door has buggered off now because he thought I was being rude by thinking about all of this while he was stood there trying to sell me the idea of double glazed windows or God or something. I don't think he was death, but I've put the latch across just in case.