Huh. Death is weird.
I was just thinking about how I monitor safety on oncology trials and thus I am often callous and strange about patient's deaths since they're just data points to me (the number of morbid and insensitive jokes I make is probably inappropriate).
But I was thinking last night that if my little brother died, I would be a sobbing, convulsive mess and you would have to keep me away from sharp objects.
A friend posted yesterday that her boss's daughter had been killed in a car crash. She was 23 and two months pregnant.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother to do anything if I could die at any time. Nothing we do matters, so all that matters is what we do, right? So is personal fulfillment and enjoyment a waste of time? Why spend ten hours watching anime when you could be, I don't know, saving puppies?
I used the crib my mom used for the 4 of us. She got it used too. It was in rough shape, but I used it butted up to our bed with the side down so it worked well. It was much smaller than the ones they sell now. If the boys make me a grandmother I will likely buy them a new one, or find an awesome used one.
ND, Kristin, libkitty...Beware the shoggoth: [link]
She got it used too. It was in rough shape, but I used it butted up to our bed with the side down so it worked well.
Oh yeah, nothing wrong with that at all. The dirty, grimy crib was I think simply the first and most hurtful demonstration of all around asshattery w/r/t my mom. See above re Bad Grandma.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother to do anything if I could die at any time. Nothing we do matters, so all that matters is what we do, right? So is personal fulfillment and enjoyment a waste of time? Why spend ten hours watching anime when you could be, I don't know, saving puppies?
Welcome to the existenial conundrum.
So is personal fulfillment and enjoyment a waste of time?
No one on their death bed regrets spending too much time on personal fulfillment and enjoying life.
ND, Kristin, libkitty...Beware the shoggoth
The comments on that are great.
The comments were fun, for a refreshing change. I liked:
Friends up north, hide your Tasha Yar action figures in case this thing gets in a killing-for-no-reason mood.
No one on their death bed regrets spending too much time on personal fulfillment and enjoying life.
If they're on their deathbed because of a ski-jumping accident, they might regret it a little.
What the heck is a "certified change manager" and why am I in a conference call with some?