Day No. 11,816 of ~29,220
Feb. 18th, 2002 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_gneechI've been alive 11,816 days. If you assume a lifespan of 80 years, I've got 17,404 days left, barring accidents.
I spent day no. 11,816 working at Starbucks, surprise, surprise. I've already got people treating me as if I was an assistant manager ... I trained someone on registers today, even though I haven't actually been trained on it myself. One of my coworkers asked me about being a graphic artist, and I told him about that ... he was shocked to discover that I'm 32 ... he said he was expecting me to be in my early 20's. I guess it's my round celtic face.
If you divide 11,816 by 29,220, you find that I've used up approximately 40% of my life. That's a saddening thought ... I like being alive, and I don't want it to go away! (Yes, there were dark times during my depression when I wanted it to just be over right then and there ... but that was the depression, not me.)
FWIW, I believe in reincarnation. I don't know why I believe in it; it's just what I've believed as long as I can remember. My mother tells me that when I was very young, I used to tell her about things I did "before I was born," in great detail ... including details which she couldn't think of any way for me to know at that age ... and that I used to give her the creeps. So when the clock runs down on this life, I am working on the assumption that it'll just reboot and I'll start a new one. But the problem is, and always has been, that I don't seem to remember the lessons I learned in one life, when I'm in the next one.
Erf. Thinking this way always leads me on to topics I've been asked not to talk about. Have I mentioned that I hate secrets?
Anyway, tomorrow's my day off. Woohoo! :) Think I'll spend it working on my comics. G'nite, all!
-The Gneech
I spent day no. 11,816 working at Starbucks, surprise, surprise. I've already got people treating me as if I was an assistant manager ... I trained someone on registers today, even though I haven't actually been trained on it myself. One of my coworkers asked me about being a graphic artist, and I told him about that ... he was shocked to discover that I'm 32 ... he said he was expecting me to be in my early 20's. I guess it's my round celtic face.
If you divide 11,816 by 29,220, you find that I've used up approximately 40% of my life. That's a saddening thought ... I like being alive, and I don't want it to go away! (Yes, there were dark times during my depression when I wanted it to just be over right then and there ... but that was the depression, not me.)
FWIW, I believe in reincarnation. I don't know why I believe in it; it's just what I've believed as long as I can remember. My mother tells me that when I was very young, I used to tell her about things I did "before I was born," in great detail ... including details which she couldn't think of any way for me to know at that age ... and that I used to give her the creeps. So when the clock runs down on this life, I am working on the assumption that it'll just reboot and I'll start a new one. But the problem is, and always has been, that I don't seem to remember the lessons I learned in one life, when I'm in the next one.
Erf. Thinking this way always leads me on to topics I've been asked not to talk about. Have I mentioned that I hate secrets?
Anyway, tomorrow's my day off. Woohoo! :) Think I'll spend it working on my comics. G'nite, all!
-The Gneech
