No Tim Burton, I will not fall for this again

I thought everyone entertained secret morbid thoughts about their own tragic demise…just last night i got choked up thinking about the prospect of…you know i cant even put the words to print because i’m too superstitious, but it involved 2 wheels, falling and um dying. And I entertain these kind of thoughts fairly regularly…i related to that ‘Look both ways’ film a little too much.

Last night i went so far as to imagine my funeral, and (wholly blame Tim Burton for this bit) incidentally it seems i’m much better looking in death than i ever was in real life. Then it occurred to me that surely this particular path of subconcious meandering is not  healthy, definitely not very positive. i mean surely life coaches and yoga junkies and buddhists don’t indulge in this kind of rubbish.

It’s wierd

and morbid

and dark.

So, top of November’s to do list - stop imagining and glamourising my death. I mean for chrissakes, it’s nearly christmas, instead i can think about twinkly stars and decorations and inevitably…baby jesus. Who became possibly the most famous attractive dead person of them all. Only just beating Che…facial hair…long tousled locks…is anyone sensing a theme here?

No i will no longer imagine myself as a flaming redhead dancing with elegant skeletons in the metaphorical meadow of the afterlife. You can’t fool me Tim Burton…