Sounds morbid, but this crosses my mind from time to time. Like, I don’t wanna die the day after I get a super job promotion or find love again or, you know, whenever I’m extremely happy. I’m a depressed/ADHD person, clinically diagnosed and medicated and have been on several meds over the past 7 years. So, if I could choose, I would pick one of those days when ANYTHING - and a really mean ANYTHING - seems to be effective in cheering me up. Sounds fair. I know life is anything but fair, but I crave fairness in this society - even for dead people.“Death should take me while I am in the mood.”
— Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Blithedale Romance
