Shit, it’s been awhile.
And yes, I’ve had two cavities, so my blog's URL is no longer relevant.
The thought came to me tonight about how death has influenced my thinking. Some background here: I was involved in something years ago that should have absolutely, positively, 100% killed me on the side of the road, but I escaped without a scratch. I have lost grandparents, cousins, an uncle, and a few classmates far earlier in life than most. And my Dad, who until recently was my primary influence in life, lost several friends: some suddenly, some slowly, all unexpectedly and too soon.
I’ve started to wonder about the effect this has had on me. The experience has at times brought me at odds with E, whose fearlessness is something I admire and grow from.
Reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower has made me think of the ways my younger self identified with the fearful protagonist. It's making me evaluate the ways in which fearful thinking, once a survival mechanism during more challenging times, is something I am still overcoming.
I think I forgot how to blog.
More later.
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