This winter hasn't been as bleak as the last one, which should feel like a good thing, right?
So why does it make me so nervous?? I guess it's because I've been watching all of my relationships (family, friends) deteriorate over the span of the past couple of years, and I have no desire to repair them, despite the fact that I have to place my death on hold for an undetermined length of time.
But I feel like such a piece of shit for being absent in the lives of...everyone, absolutely everyone...especially my nieces and nephews and such.
I just have to keep reminding myself that I'm doing them a favor. If my brothers' children never have a chance to get to know me, my death will mean nothing to them. Not only do I want my death to be painless for myself, but also for as many people who will go on living once I'm gone. So the farther I distance myself, even from those who do know me, the more acclimated they'll become to the idea of my non-existence...right?
Perhaps that's an incredibly flawed and naive way of thinking, but I don't really know what to do or how to feel.