So I've been thinking about past lives lately and who I could have possibly been if such a possibility existed. Random, I know, but that's my life.One of the possibilities that I came up with is that I was a famous cat many centuries ago. You know that saying "curiosity killed the cat?" Well, I think I was that obnoxiously curious cat that was on its last life. It's the only way to explain my burning curiosity, nosiness, that I have for all things. I guess this is a good trait for a writer, but otherwise, maybe I need to curb that need to know a little more.
(Now when I say I was the cat that was bested by curiosity, I do not in any way compare myself to the feline features unless you count that I could get into a cat fight at any minute. :) )
Ok, now for my second past life possibility: A robber of some sort that was killed on a bridge. While this sounds pretty crazy, I think it's plausible. I'm afraid of heights, especially when I'm on or around a bridge. Funnily enough, though, I love taking pictures of bridges. Also, I feel like if I really wanted to, I could probably get away with stealing things because I always kind of find a way to cheat the system. No lie. So, in my past life, I got caught somehow, was chased onto a bridge, and fell off. Now, all that translates to now...
I know what you are thinking. I have way too much free time on my hands to think of such things. But in fact, I don't. I just happen to be an avid reader and writer, so thinking of such things is second nature and can be thought of even while sitting on the toilet.
Those are my only two pasts that I could come up with. Now onto living the one that I was given this time around.
(listening to "This is for keeps"~~Spill Canvas...eternity will never be enough for me)
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