Well, I posted this elsewhere, and thought I would share it with the kind folks here. It's a description of a brush with death I had when I was younger that has completely shaped my life ever afterwards.

You see, I used to work as a Cart Monkey at my local Giant Food grocery store. I was one of the poor overlooked fellows that you see out in the parking lot gathering the carts up that people leave around and bringing them back into the store for the customers (by the way, next time you see one of those cart pushers, tell them thank you for their work. I spent 2 years out there and never once got a hint of gratitude from anyone, and that really hurts).

I worked after school on weekdays, so my shift was usually from 4:00 - 7:00 PM, but on some cases I worked the closing shift, from 6:00 to 10:00, as was the case that night. This meant that it was dark out by the end of my shift, and being the night owl that I am, I enjoy that. It's quiet, the parking lot gets empty, and I can just be with myself and my thoughts. But I still have to go into the parking lot and gather carts. On my last run of my shift one night, I was walking to get a cart at the end of the parking lot when a car started driving down the other lane of the empty lot. Now, normally I wouldn't care. And in fact, I didn't think twice of it. But then, as I was walking, I heard tires screeching and an engine revving, and I looked over to see several hundred pounds of metal hurtling at me at high speeds. Thankfully I managed to jump out of the way without getting hit, but as the guy drove past he shouted out the window "Like your moves man!" before speeding off.

Now, it may sound like he was just playing around, but I could tell the guy was trying to kill me. And if you have never had someone try to kill you, it's a frightening enough experience. But when you are only 14 years old, it is traumatizing. For months afterwards I couldn't go near a car that had it's motor running without panicking. Eventually that fear went away, but the memory of what happened is still with me. And you know something?

I'm glad it happened.

Yes, that's right, I'm glad someone tried to kill me. I mean, yes, if I met the guy I would make him pay, but I'm still glad it happened. I was not a happy person back then, by any means. I was borderline clinically depressed, and I had no idea what I was doing with my life. But that experience showed me that you can die at any moment. On any day, something could happen that would wrench your life out of your grasping hands and dash it against the floor. Now, for some people, that thought would be even more depressing. For others, it may cause a mental breakdown rendering them incapable of leaving their home for fear of death.

But I looked at it differently. If you are going to die any moment, then why wait to make your life as good as it can be? I'm not saying live for the moment, and I'm not saying don't think about the future. I'm saying, be HAPPY. If that means planning for the future so that you will be happy then, then do it. If it means buying that book and reading it in a day, then do it! Be happy. Life is fleeting, so you have to enjoy it while you can. True, there's the possibility that you'll live to be over 100 years old. But even then, you can still try to be happy. And if something makes you unhappy, stop it. If your friend is making you unhappy, stop being friends with them. If the food you're eating isn't good (either tasting or for you), stop eating it! If the game you're playing isn't fun, stop playing it!

This sounds like a simple, obvious idea, but trust me, it's important. And more than that, it's hard to start doing. But once you do start it, it's hard to stop. To some people, I may seem like an idiot that doesn't think about the future. Some people say I'm not serious enough. And you know, sometimes I'm not serious when other people think I should be. But that's because I want to be happy. There's a lot of things that make me happy, and some of them don't seem like they would. But my definition of happy is a very general term.

Now to the other point that led to me writing this nigh on dissertation length blog entry. Like I said before, I always look for things to make me happy. Originally I thought I could fulfill that need with just material things like books and video games. Then, about a year ago, I realized I need friends and family to help be happy. And even more recently, I decided to try to start a romantic relationship, as all my previous ones have ended in shambles and didn't give me a single scrap of my sought after elation. And quite recently, I feel I have actually found someone that I want to pursue. And that's because they make me happy. Just talking to them makes me happier than I ever was by myself, or even with my friends. They share almost all of my interests, which is a very important thing in a relationship, as I have discovered. I think they might have an inkling that I feel that way, and if they were to read this entry they would probably figure it out in a heartbeat, but I'm not sure. But I think this may be the happiness I've been looking for ever since that night my world was turned upside-down by a stranger in a mechanical monster, and I refuse to pass up what may be my only chance at true happiness.

Well, that seems like a nice way to start my tenure here with all you fine furry folks. Please, feel free to comment, despite the horrible writing, I would love to hear what you folks think of it. If you managed to read the entire entry from beginning to end without tearing your eyes out from boredom (I'm sorry, I'm a wretched writer), I hope that you can try to take some of the things I have said to heart, and that they help you change your life for the better. If you found yourself unable to pay attention for the whole thing I will leave you with my motto:

~ Have Fun!

I got tagged by  Shizu222 so here goes:

KEY]:
(+++) Fuck yeah m8.
(++) Greatness.
(+) Yus.
(~) Indifferent/undecided
(-) Not really.
(--) Urgh.
(---) For fuck sake.
(?) Never seen.

Anal on Males (+++)
Anal on Females (++)
Breasts (+++)
Breast Expansion (-)
Weight Gain (--)
Bondage (+++)
Clothing (++)
Leather (+)
Stockings (++)
Shoe/Boots (~)
Suit and Tie (+)
Muscle, Male(-)
Muscle, Female (--)
Herm (+)
Cub (-)
Baby/Diaper (---)
Transformation (~)
Macro/Micro (--)
Impregnation (--)
Pregnancy (~)
Lactation (~)
Anal Vore (---x10)
Soul Vore (---x10)
Cock Vore (---x10)
Standard Soft Vore (-)
Standard Hard Vore (---)
Paw/Foot (+)
Incest (~)
Yuri (F/F) (+)
Yaoi (M/M) (+++)
Hetero (M/F) (+++)
Bi (+++)
Girly Boys (+++)
Butch Girls (-)
Mind Control (~)
Rape (+)
Uniform (++)
Orgy (+)
Subbing/Doming (+++)
Biting (+)
Cheesecake (++)
Solo Masturbation; Male (++)
Solo Masturbation; Female (+)
Scat (--)
Inflation (--)
Fat/Pudge (---x5)
Tech (+)
Watersports (~)
Glasses (++++)
Tentacles (~)
Oviposition (?)
Masochism (++)
Sadism (+)
Multiple body parts (--)
Partial Nudity (++)
Gore/guro (---x10)
Snuff (---x10)
Hyper (--)
Zoophilia (~)
Electricity (~)
She-males (~)
Cross-dressing (+++)
Skunk spray (---)
Oral (+++)
Asphyxiation (-)
Wet-look (+++)
Mud/Quicksand etc (---)
Sinking (---)
Spooge (+++)
Body Paint (~)
Plants (-)
Tickling (+++)

I will tag someone at a later date. So all you unsuspecting friendly folks better watch out!