Death at 30: Update 2021

I didn’t do it. 

You would literally not believe what I will tell you, like a fucking miracle, shortly after the last update things got interesting and I got sidetracked. And for the first time in my life, I literally forgot I was doing this at all.

And I won’t go into great detail because who the fuck are you and why do I care what you know?

But it was exciting. It was thrilling. And it was sad and happy, and angry, and different, and fun, and emotional, and tragic, and wild, and sexy, and adrenaline-filled, and artistic, and exciting, and romantic. Just weird in general. Crazy. Just the weirdest rollercoaster of a year has been happening. And it’s finally over and all wrapped up. It’s amazing that I didn’t just blow my brains out the second I turned 30 but I absolutely didn’t remember about this at all.

So I don’t know where I stand anymore. I was going to, but I didn’t. And I didn’t see the need when I planned for it to happen. And as if to show me life has more than just the mundane levels of boredom I’ve grown adjusted to, 30 years into my life the shakeup happened and I saw something good.

But that’s done. Will it take another 30 to get there again? Or am I going to be 60 before excitement happens again? Should I be back on track? Or should I just take the chance at another 30 years of perpetually miserable boredom and lack of excitement where I basically predict the future just playing odds with human stupidity? I don’t know anymore.

There is time to stick to the plan...