This is me a long, long time ago. This was back when I drank abnormal quantities of water and caught lizards for fun. I also had a crush on one of my nonidentical triplet friends.

I’m not a kids’ person. I don’t like their brattyness and their poo, and I don’t like it when girls/women/men fake interest in their cuteness in shopping malls and during family events. I hate the stupid little sounds everyone makes at the sight of a child. To me, it’s exactly like in the Bible when the faithful handled snakes and spoke in tongues. Goo gaaa yoor so cyoooot!

So why am I posting a picture of myself as a child?
To see if I have grown any taller, which I have, thank Heavens.

Tomorrow, August 13th, is my birthday.

Older people always complain that their lives passed so quickly. I always feel that is a sign of greed, that they had their time and simply want to have some more out of greed and selfishness. But it is accurate in a way to say that our lives pass so quickly when we’re not equipped with a proper definition of life or an understanding of what it really is.

Life is more mundane and less glamorous than we imagine. It’s the three different hairdos you had so far, your family members, the x number of shits you will take before you die, your oscillating opinions, among other things. This means that everyone has plenty of life, just enough life to stay alive. Not everyone appreciates that though and when they get to a point where they cannot comb their own hair or defecate on their own, or think much, they realize it.

I love that I can do all of these things on my own, and I don’t want that to ever go away.
So I resolved to move to the Netherlands when I’m 50.
Euthanasia is legal over there.
Pot as well.

Dramatic little poems aside, I am thrilled to be alive. I feel very honored to have been selected out of millions of sperm and egg cells, to have been chanced to live.