Thursday, February 23, 2006

A blog about Whatever

Sorry i've been neglecting my blog...I had midterms, a nervous breakdown, and had to pack to come home...And now that i'm home, very busy....places to go, people to see. You know how it goes.

But now that i'm here, and have been talking to my friends about getting together, it seems that a few of them are busy with a lot of funeral things. One friend has a funeral today, and another on the weekend.....another friend just went through the loss of her aunt, and her friends relative. I dont know what it is about this week, but there's a lot of talk of death.

I'm not so much afraid to die, i just am a little anxious about how it's going to happen. That's the thing that usually gets to me the most......I WANT it to happen while i'm sleeping, that way, I'll never know that it did. And I definitely dont want to burn to death, or be buried alive, or crash in an airplane *unless i'm completely unconscious, and again, have no clue that it's happening.*.

Thats the thing about me, I dont like pain, I dont like anything that has to do with pain, and I dont like being in pain.....so the less pain in my life, the better.

Which brings me to another point. If you could make your tombstone right now, what would it say? This is something i've put a minimal amount of thought into, but I always wanted it to be something witty. You know, that's how that Ripley's Believe It or Not guy got his start. He used to work at cemetaries, and started seeing funny headstones, and he travelled the country so he took pictures of them...and thats how he got his start....true story.

I wonder what sort of man Robert Ripley was.....a relentless pursuit of travelling the world to find oddities and things. I dont know if any of you have ever been to the museum, but you can spend an entire day in there reading about the things that he found.....Now that he's passed away just about 60 years ago, I wonder who maintains his legacy.....but I digress.

Tombstones. Yes that's where we were....i dont know what mines going to say, but it will definitely be something about how I intend on coming back to haunt people....

18 comments:

slopmaster said...

I want people to throw a party at my funeral. And celebrate my entrance into heaven, cause I believe in it.

dpb said...

Mine will probably say, "The asshole has finally shut up"

berly02 said...

"Here lies a woman who lived to be 150 years old"

That would be nice yes?

yrautca said...

"Here lies a dead man. Trust us, we checked his pulse and penis."

Lindsey said...

You haunt people now and you're not even dead. I'd hate to see what kind of damage you could do when you could pass through walls.

I'm getting the willies just thinking about it.

Trib said...

"Here Lies Trib. He didn't want to drown, but you don't always get what you want."

Miss Ash said...

Not sure i want a tombstone. However, a party in my honour rather than a funeral would be just lovely.

rawbean said...

"Here lies Rawbean, too bad about falling into that man-hole. Maybe if she just chilled for two seconds and watched where she was going..."

What I found funny about your post is that you said "I hate pain". Really? I LOVE pain. Of course I'm kidding - who loves pain (besides the creepy few who get off from it).

Princess Pessimism said...

Slopmaster - Oh oh...put me in charge. I love parties.

dpb - LOL!!! Do you talk that much? If you talk that much about stuff thats good, then I dont think that anyone would say that.

Berly - That would be amazing!!!

Yrautca - LOL...is it mandatory to check your penis, incase your heart isnt a good enough indicator? LOL

Princess Pessimism said...

Linny - Oh get over it already...So I tease you about that guy living in your vents. You love it....you absolutely love it. LOL!!

Trib - You think you're going to drown? Is that how you think you're going to kick it?

Miss Ash - I'll be devastated the day you die....

yrautca said...

My heart? why PP? Is it too fickle for your taste?

Princess Pessimism said...

Rawbean - I knew it, you're one of those creepy girls how like pain.

Trib said...

Yeah I'll probably be cave diving and realize that my gauge has read the same thing for awhile and so I'll tap it and the needle will drop. The last few minutes of my life will be a terrifying and hopeless race against time. 'cuz shit happens, eh?,

Princess Pessimism said...

Trib - Ohh...yes. Too many fish down there, i'd have a heart attack from the fish. If one of them touched me, i'd die.

Akanksha said...

if i had one it would say:
"She questioned"

Sexy Suburbanite said...

I am really scared of death. Really I am more scared of other people dying. I think about Puppy dying all the time. I know I will outlive him (hopefully at least) and I get all these morbid thoughts about coming home and finding him dead. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and it is really quiet and I check to make sure Puppy and Hubby are still breathing. Why do I do that? I think I can never be a Mom because I would freak about thinking my kids are going to die all the time. I am one sick woman!

Princess Pessimism said...

Akanksha - I ask a lot of questions too...

S.Subs - I dont necessarily think that it means that you're sick, I think that it means that you care, a lot...and a paranoid, but just enough. I wouldnt get up in the middle of the night to make sure people are still breathing, but at least you say you care.

Jennifer said...

There has been a lot of death around me lately too. One of my friends' dads died a couple of weeks ago, it upset me so much to think of what it must be like to have your parents die when you are in your twenties. I called my mom to talk about it and she pointed out to me that she was only a few years older than me when her parents died. I don't want to be that age, I'm not ready. I don't want to be the oldest generation in my family.
S.Subs, I'm totally with you, I think I realized that I really loved my boyfriend, when I started to worry about him dying. I've had other boyfriends, I've even had deep feelings for some of them, but I'd never worried that a boyfriend would die and leave me behind before. The thought of it makes me want to cry, right now.

As for what I want on my grave stone... I'm sure you guys will find something to write on there to get back at me for a lifetime of tormenting you. I want my body donated to the body farm anyway, or just give all my lovely organs to those who need them. Or you could make some elaborate burial and mumify me so that in a thousand years some archaeologist can find me and write some entire BS phd thesis on the iconography of my sham burial and how I was the queen of a sect of something or other. That would be quite amusing.