So someday in my life, I need to write a couple of books.
The first would be “The Five Stages of Immortality”, a treatise on accepting immortality. See Leif and I are always bouncing stories off of each other and his stories have some weird stuff like creepy people who are sort of vampires but not really. However, if say, you found out one day that you were immortal, it would take some time to accept that. You would go through a process of grieving for your mortal life. Oh sure, you’d be estastic at first, because who the hell wants to die? But worse that dying is seeing the people you love die. And of course, not everyone gets to be immortal so you’d have to deal with some deep issues basically on your own. I just don’t think anyone’s taken the time to do a real thorough analysis on accepting unending life.
The second book would be “How Goth Saved Me” an autobiography on coming out of the darkness into the . . .well, I guess it would be into darkness as well, but it would be a different kind of darkness. The good kind.
“How Goth Saved Me: Coming out of the Darkness into a Different Kind of Darkness”