because I do not want to be “alone. If something should burst or pop … whatever it could do, will do…I won’t be found -partially decomposed.
Don’t misunderstand, there are other, less selfish reasons I remain tethered. But the main one is that, although I’ve been “prepared” to die since I’m 12/14, I’m not, I don’t want to be alone.
Of late, I’ve been thinking about children and how I don’t have any. Not that I want any now…are you crazy??? 😆
I have become “that guy.” If I want to recall something of great import; I must make a note. That became even more apparent Sunday. I had to ask the server his name, at least four times.
I have been getting out and about more and more. My days are carefully mapped out to allow maximum enjoyment for me and minimal discomfort ..well, for me. 😊
To be perfectly “honest” with you, other than this thing in the head, for once in what seems like a very long time, I feel fine. NO LIE😜😆😀 I’m feeling so fine, that next week, I’m resuming my workout. Oh yeah baby! 💪💪
I have started downsizing. My once full closets are looking kinda sparse. I’ve been able to give a lot of my trousers to a friend. I’ll never wear a 40 again ( \o/ yay!! \O/) and some shirts! I’ve suitcases of stuff to go through. I’ve also been shredding old documents, letters, cards whatever like I’m an old world spy or something. 👤
Well, I’m off out!
a pui tardi!