Join me in committing a murder.
I’m asking you to be accessory to a crime; I’m also asking you to commit your own murder(s), most likely plural. Most likely we will be joyful afterwards.
The idea of having 5 days left to live is abstract. As you know, I don’t intend to die on 11/13/12. But having to confront the idea of dying from so many directions this year has brought me to consider it from an entirely different perspective, one that finally put me in a powerful position over the last several weeks.
What if someone, or more accurately something, does die, but (as is true with vegan dinners) nobody gets hurt in the process?
What if the 13th becomes is a deadline for murdering, or killing off, the parts of ourselves that are unhealthy, or that aren’t serving us well anymore. I don’t anticipate taking off limbs, or even eyelashes, yet in the process we will chip away minute parts of ourselves, parts that don’t weigh any more than an eyelash, small enough not to cause injury, but large enough to show slight differences in character in their absence. These distinctions, for example, would cause the new “me” or “you” to react entirely differently were a new doctor foolish enough to assign one of us an expiration date.
Think about it. The idea of killing off yourself in this way becomes appealing, right? I’ll start. Then, I want you to jump on.
Here are ten pieces and parts of me that I will murder over the next five days. Won’t you join me?
— my rigidity, which might be termed my “my-way-or-the-highway”-ness as well as my obsessive nature.
— my difficulty with staying with any single task until it is complete.
— my tendency to look up the truth on the internet during family discussions, unless that’s what we seem to want to do.
— my tendency to accept the first assessment the doctor makes as THE WORD, or THE TRUTH (the replacement for this tendency might be a mixture of the above tendency, looking it up, with consulting second opinions when necessary).
— my tendency to obsess over unnecessary fine points, frequently to avoid dealing with the crucial.
— my propensity to want things I cannot have.
— my selfishness.
— my tendency to worry about everything.
—my poor social skills (esp. at parties when I don’t know anyone).
— my impostor complex.
My list feels like the ultimate rough draft, as though it would take 100 or more list entries to approach the topic with any real seriousness. But if I am truly to jettison, to murder, my obsessive nature, I must commit this murderous assignment, take its tenets seriously.
f about you? Has this blog made you think about making changes year (or do you need to go back and start reading from Day 365 to understand what I’m talking about? Don’t be intimidated by length; I wrote nowhere near 365 entries, or even nowhere near 100 entries). What parts of yourself will you murder? Why? Let’s’ talk about it.