Just when I thought I had conquered the trials and tribulations of summer, I get the bloody flu. Sniffing, leaking, coughing, sneezing and incredibly miserable. That folks makes me a bona-fide male.
The world is coming to an end. I am already planning my funeral and how to ensure that all the people who screwed me in life will feel really, really shitty as my coffin slowly descends into the earth. I really hope that they feel remorse of immense proportions.
That is, of course, until tomorrow when I will most likely feel a little better (high on Vitamin C), and tone down my impending death to a DEFCON 4 status. Regardless though, I still want all those who screwed me to feel that pang of guilt and perhaps feel enough remorse to think about righting their wrongs in my life, and others while they are at it. It would be nice for them to think "Bloody hell, that was close, Markus nearly died from the common cold. Whew, perhaps we should do something to alleviate this guilt."
Then something comes on the TV and they forget it until the next time I feel like death warmed up.
Come to think of this I already feel better. Perhaps the survival instinct to stay alive to remind all those out there who really don't give a shit to perhaps start. And if you forget I will be there to remind you, possibly the next time I get sick and think about my immortality.
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