A group of young adults who'd just gone through a survival course were on their last leg where they had to survive on their own without adult supervision. The party was attacked by a bear. Four were seriously injured, including one person who had a punctured lung and bite marks in his skull. The other six managed to escape without injury. They turned on their emergency beacon at 9:30pm, and were picked up about 3am. They used their recent skills to perform life-saving first aid, including dealing with the punctured lung. No one died. My first thought was, wow, that's an amazing survival school--they really taught them some serious skills! I think most people will react with how irresponsible the instructors were to leave them alone out there without proper protection. I expect the school will be sued and will fold as a result. sigh
Today I had one of those moments when I couldn't wait until the end of my shift, and as often happens when I wish the time would fly by, I reminded myself that I wouldn't want to rush through the last hour of my life. If anything, I would hope that the hour went by long and slow and among loved friends and family so that I could be with them and hold them until the hour stretched into infinite. So why the hell would I want to rush this hour? I made the most of it. Yes, I was at work, but we have great customers and a great team and I tried to enjoy my time at work as much as I could before I clocked out. On my way out the door, I wished my coworkers a good night, and that I looked forward to seeing them on Friday.
I don't mind being weird. And I bet there are other weirdos out there just like me, so maybe I'm not all that weird. I wonder how many offbeat ideas are out there that people never voice, because they're afraid that everyone will think they're stupid or morbid or naive ...?