Saturday, September 26, 2009

Day Two-Hundred Fifty-Eight: Don'tcha think?

I sometimes have the overwhelming sense that I will die a terribly ironic death. Therefore, I try to avoid potentially dangerous situations that could also be considered ironic. I used to think I would one day die while out on walk some evening, but I'm not so much scared of that one anymore, which can only mean somebody traveled back or forward in time and changed the course of events at the end of my life. Whenever that may be.

Anyway, it's good not to dwell too long on the subject of your own potential death; nevertheless, if you've got any safeguards I can take against fatal irony, I'd love to hear them.