dead

slim doesn't cotton to no fancified conversations during the afternoon drive time.

prefers to take 'er easy, kicking it in the backseat booster, reading the latest roald dahl. attempts at conversation are met with a slow, nasal silence.

i've learned to accept this and enjoy her companionable quietitude. listen to my tunes. you know. imagine my surprise when

she pipes- "wow. that's a really hard decision."

me- "huh?"

slim- "would you rather be dead and never have done all the things that you want or be alive and not have anything you want to do? i hate that decision."

a philosophical discourse spurred by they might be giants.

me- "maybe the trick is to figure out what you want to do while you're alive and do it then."

she ponders.

"no. the question is if you have to pick ONE, which do you go for?"

me- "i'll take being alive over dead anytime. so i guess i pick that one, even with nothing i want to do."

slim- "yeah. that's the thing about being dead. it makes it so hard to be alive."

amen.