This has to be the case for many of us. It has been going on since I started working in the electronics department, and the past 3 years of having a job, I have had a lot of practice in this area. I am now in my second year of high school, and I can’t imagine the next time I’m going to have a job, but I am sure that it will be much appreciated.
The way I look at it is that we’re all on autopilot. Every time we have a job, we’re doing it in the moment. The moment we think about our job or think about our own life, we’re already on autopilot. We’re already looking for jobs, we’re already finding places to live, we’re already making plans. We’re already doing what we need to do to get us out of the moment and into the future.
It’s true that we are all on autopilot all the time, but we are not all that far from the future. We are all on autopilot a little before we even realize it. Our jobs and our lives are just a few days, a week, or even a month away.
Even as we think back to our lives, our jobs and our lives are still happening. The time we are in is a tiny fraction of the time that is actually happening. So we are not all that far from the future. We are not that far from our lives and jobs.
We all have to start somewhere. And that somewhere is probably not far from this very moment.
I remember the first time I heard that. It was when I was writing a blog post about how I was going to die in a car accident. I was a new blogger in the beginning of this year and I wrote a post about my death that was so funny that the writer of the post was so upset that he had to write a lengthy response to the post. I’m sure he thought he was just being funny, but it was actually really hard to read.
It was probably the hardest thing I ever wrote and it was probably the most embarrassing thing I ever wrote. But, hey, I’ve had my share of embarrassing moments, so what? I got better.
I’m sure there are many people out there who are so over a death in their family or in their life that they would never write a blog post about it. Well I feel like I am over a death in my life in a way, but I don’t think that way. I remember one of my sisters and I were watching reruns of The Facts of Life.
It was this week, and my father was dying. I was 16, so I was the oldest, and I knew that I had been asked to write this blog post. The story was about a day that I had spent as a kid when my dad was in the hospital.
It’s the day of death. The day I die. I have a few things to say. For example, I have this guy who has an infirmary in his back, and he seems to be doing fine. He doesn’t have a heart condition or any of the other things I could ever imagine. He’s just a guy who loves to die.