I got some emotional news today. My cousin who is three years older than me is still alive. I had been living for the last year or two on equal understanding that she might be dead. I didn’t want her dead, but it’s a hazard of how she’s living her life.
Her being alive though, that’s shocking. Turns out she had syphilis and smoked some fentynyl along the way, see what I mean? Her being alive is a rather amazing thing. She’s turning 40 this year. I wonder if I’ll see her again.
Sometimes I wonder if my whole family is under some sort of supernatural pact that an ancestor made, it would make as much sense as anything else. We live quite long, and don’t seem to be effected by normal events that bother ordinary people…. superstitious hogwash of course, but if this was the middle ages I’d be burned as a witch, and that would be a hoot. No I wouldn’t, I’m not the right gender for that…. as you see I’m in a mood.