This is why I’m afraid of death
By Candice at 04:16:22 on Jan 28, 2010 in Writing
I thought I’d lost that Graf It sketch pad tonight. Which is where I keep my most embarrassing scribbles (it’s the one I keep in my purse, so it’s the one that gets attention in bars). Losing data of any sort is terrible and traumatic as far as I’m concerned. I’ve never lost a notebook before. My head would probably explode worrying about it, if I did, even though my handwriting is totally illegible. And even though it’s damned unlikely that the contents would ever become associated with my name.
Above are all of the notebooks and sketch pads I use regularly at present. I have seventeen zillion that are filled or completed (not the same thing). As much as I blither blather about anything online, basically unfiltered, there’s a whole lot (whole lot) of other drivel that never makes it to the web. If anything, that stuff would at least make me look like a major spaz, and that’s just as good as being awesome when it comes to the internet.
If I was the sort of person who made resolutions, I’d resolve to share more of the contents of these books. But I’m not. So we’ll see. Phobia. Phobia. It terrifies me to think that if I died… ack. Somebody could eventually sift through any one of them. Just thinking of a particular green steno pad from high school makes me cringe. Every depressed kid in high school thinks they can write poetry… Pain! Why don’t I burn it!? You guys gotta promise me that when I die, every piece of paper I own will be burnt unread. It clashes with my whole concept of life and death, since I’m confident I won’t care one bit about anything that happens after I die (as I’ll be rotting in the ground, and all). Even so.
I wonder how intoxicated I’d need to be to post anything I’ve written that’s fictional.

