thoughts of a dying atheist

growing up fucking sucks.

you have less fun.

all the girls worth wifing are taken.

you lose touch with friends.

you start to wonder who your friends really are.

you begin questioning what your purpose in life is.

your shortcomings becoming glaringly evident.

besides anguish, nothing comes easy.

had i known beforehand, i would have opted out.

driving home on the freeway tonight, i made eye contact with someone in a stretcher in the back of an ambulance through one of the little windows. i can't lie and say that it wasn't disturbing, but i can't help but wonder what it meant.

for what it's worth, my thoughts go out to that man and his family.