I’ve been told that before you die there is a flash of everything you ever were. I don’t think it’ll happen to me though. If it does, I hope I can change the channel. I haven’t had much of an interesting life and, to be honest, I don’t think I’d really want to see it again.
I doubt that it’ll happen like that to me anyway. The people that say those things always seem to be intense people that have near death experiences in intense fashions. That’s not really my cup of tea. I’m sure I’ll die as I lived, in the background, slowly fading.
That’s my trick, living in the background. I’m a simple person. I have simple needs. To me they appear to be simple needs. To a monkey though, I’m sure they seem complex. Most of my wants are set by my needs. I live in a routine that gives me a life and all I want is more routine. What kind of life is that. Routine? Everyday is the same, except for the weekend. The weekend only changes slightly.
I do things to make the time pass, I play tricks on my friends. I give advice about relationships based on tetris. The original NES tetris. None of that new shit with infinite spin.
I’ve also discovered a love for reviewing movies and games but only if I can relate it to porn. Otherwise I get bored.
I’ve been told that I’m a habitual line crosser. If I see a line I have to cross it. Sometimes when no-one is looking, I don’t just cross the line, I jump back and forth over it. Then I’ll sneakily rub it out with my toe and pretend that someone else did it.