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Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower
Sebastian’s empty suburban-boho fatalism is as easy to slip on as a fake VU concert t-shirt from Urban Outfitters, and it might play well at a Main Line cocktail party, but we’ll see how cavalier he is if he gets confronted with concrete evidence of his finite mortality.
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I have been. Bizarrely, during a routine examination, they found something inside my head that's incredibly rare. I just went thru a second screening a couple months back to make sure it isn't growing. It's the kind of thing that, if it were bad, or if it goes bad, I have a serious problem.
Those tests are fucking scary. But I've eaten a lot of psychedelics, which I think confers a circumspect view on mortality. And like I said, I don't desire or plan to leave anytime soon, but I've been pretty lucky (we all have if one considers our odds of being in such nice lives vs the other billions of people on the planet), so I think it'd be extremely poor taste to complain.
Doesn't mean I wouldn't complain. But it'd be bad form.
