Well At Least There's That

I had a very peculiar thought just a few moments ago. Its about 1:10 in the morning and my attempts at relatively early sleep have been foiled by a roommate who keeps his reading lamp less then six feet away from my head and can't type without it on. Said peculiar thought is that no matter how irritating he may be, eventually he will be dead. There is no way around it. Eventually, he will die and will never be able to annoy anyone again. The thought is strange for two reasons. One, its an awfully harsh way to look at an annoyance no matter how frustrating it is and two, I just realized that I cannot imagine my own death.

Don't misunderstand. I think a lot about death, more than you'd probably expect. Actually, I think its pretty human to think about about death in the same way we think about anything else that we don't really understand. I think of ways I could die, I think of other people dying, but for whatever reason I simply cannot imagine myself dead. Not existing is out of the realm of my imagination.

Once again I can not sleep.