Just a little chunk...
I often have this fear sometimes that when I get older and die, my life will not have any meaning to it. Not like, I'll be famous, write a book, direct a movie, or do anything like that. Just to the effect that people won't have even remembered my name. Like, "Remember John Kamits, he was a rude fucker, but damn he was good for a laugh." Instead I have this vision, a daydream of sorts, where people say "Remember that guy, can't remember what his name was, short dude with glasses, fat, baker guy sometimes?" And the dude or chic he's talkin to will say, "yea, I think so. Whatever happened to him?" and the dude will say, "I dont know." and that will be the end of the conversation. The worst thing is not feeling like you're even there. Maybe its because I'm drunk right now I'm having these reflections but still, what if...
posted by jtothek @ 10:55 PM
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