The Nurturer of the People:
Traveling, Or as I Like to Call It, "The End of the Movie"

I don't know if anyone else ever gets like this before they head out on a big trip but I always get a little nervous. Not nervous in the normal way, but a kind of a morbid nervous. I guess that shouldn't come as too much of a shock, I do have an over active imagination and I tend to think of life as one big movie. But I can't help looking at my preperation for a trip as a big plot device. Is this the big lead up to my final scene. Is each time I talk to someone the dramatic and tragic last conversation I'll ever have. Will people be looking back at my last coversation with me going, if only I had it to do over again, I would have said something more important, and maybe not called him a dickhead?

Probably not, but I can't help my mind from racing like that which is probably why I get so anxious before I go anywhere. But, if this is it, and I do have to make one last goodbye, would there be anything more creepy than me posting this blog talking about how it was my last one and then having it be my last one? There might be, but that's about as good as I can do tonight.

Anyway, I look at this is my counter jinx. Nobody in movies knows when there time is up, it always comes unexpectidly. If I go into this thinking my movie's almost up, it won't end. It'll be like the movie Tin Cup and just keep going and going and going.

This is why I've always made it a point to talk to everyone and give a good send off before I go anywher. This way people can look at this, and think one last time as they're wiping the tears from their eyes... boy, that guy really was crazy (and he couldn't spell), but we loved him anyway.

I know that's not going to happen, but it's my movie, and that's how I want it to end... that is, if it has to.

Here's hoping to not have my plane crash in the ocean, or getting slaughtered by Jamaicans in a drug deal gone bad!

Adious!
MT