Funeral reception

Today my Ego became aware of its own mortality.  True, if you are reading this, you probably believe that the soul (or whatever you want to call it) lives on past death and I'm inclined to believe.  However, all indications suggest that the Ego will be no more.  This made us sad.  Even though my ego isn't dying this exact moment, I felt like maybe I should take a moment to acknowledge its hard work though the years, especially the unaware years and give it a sort of Funeral reception.

The first thing I did is write my ego a poem.  It was a little Dr Seuss-ey, but I felt like it had a touching ending.  Being of the, let's celebrate instead of sad funeral face, opinion, we went to get some Little Debbie Swiss Cake rolls, a favorite of our late teens and early 20s.  Unfortunately CVS didn't have them so I ended up with Reecies Pieces and a bottle of orange Crush.  Then I came home and played video games.  Later I went to the grocery store and got the Cake rolls along with a Sparkling Grape Apple cider, some Maple Brown Sugar cream of wheat and one of those Pie/pastry things filled with pudding, all part of youthful memories.  Then I came back home and put on the 80s station on Pandora and rocked out.  It started with Madonna and by the time I got to Bon Jovi's Living on a Prayer, I was done.

All in all a good party. 

My ego claims that the party isn't technically over until I finish off all the food.  I claim that I had IBS once and now I see why, the way I used to eat.