I’m in a morbid mood this year tonight, so you get some death talk.

Okay? Okay.

I like the thought of death. I don’t mean that I currently actively want to die right now (though I’ve felt that way a few times this year*), but I still just like the thought of death.

I figure it’s because death is something that’s going to happen at some point or another. Like, you can’t get away from it, you can’t get out of it, there’s nothing you can do to prevent it.

It happens to everyone. It will happen to you, it will happen to me.

And it’s incredibly personal. There’s going to be something—be it a medical condition, an illness, an accident, or something else—that’s going to end my life. I will have an experience completely unique to me that will put an end to my existence as a living being.

I just think that’s really, really neat. I like the idea of death, as weird as that sounds.

*I’m not going to actually do anything, so chill.