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A journey of self-improvement - or not. |
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Artist: a-ha Song: Take On Me [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] The first day of the month didn't really go as expected. Does it ever? I spent most of the day working when I was only supposed to have a quick meeting in the morning. I have a mystery for you. I find it pretty mysterious how many books I start reading vs. how many books I actually finish. And, like, 90% of the time it's not even because the books aren't good. I don't know if I'm alone in this, but I'll specifically not finish a book because I don't want it to be over. I get overly emotionally involved in the characters. Me, overemotional? No way, right? Some writers are just so good at creating characters that they're like your friends by the end of the book. As I start running out of pages to read, I get legitimately anxious. It sounds silly, but I've actually stopped reading books 75% of the way through and gone back to the beginning to reread from the first page. It's especially bad with a standalone book. Obviously if it's a series, you don't get that feeling until the last book in the series. But a really good standalone book? How are you supposed to give up the characters after only 250 pages? This is obviously an ongoing mystery. I've mentioned this to people before and they usually laugh. People will agree with me about putting off finishing a really good book, but I've yet to meet other people who straight up just don't finish them. I have a ton of books that I've done this with. I'm just not ready for it to be over, so... nope. I think this says more about my avoidant personality than anything else. Anyone got the psychology on this phenomenon? For a more traditional solved mystery... I was in Texas about an hour and a half from where this case happened, so I vaguely remember hearing about it. Here's an article But, basically, this guy checked into a hotel in Beaumont, TX in 2010. He was in his 50s and had a really bad diet along with being a lifelong smoker, so when his body was found in his hotel room, it was assumed that he had died of a heart attack. They did an autopsy to confirm the death was from natural causes but it was not a heart attack at all. The medical examiner "found that the body suffered severe internal damage, with broken ribs, lacerations to the liver and scrotum, and a hole in the heart." What I remember being really fucking weird about this case was that there was no external damage that would indicate a fight or the man getting beaten or anything. His hotel room wasn't trashed. He didn't have the external markings to indicate all of this internal damage. So it was pretty 'what the fuck' worthy. Like, how does someone get all of this internal damage without having external damage? But, this case got solved, which is great both for the family and the people who were totally baffled by what could have happened. It turns out this guy was laying in his hotel bed watching a movie and the guys in the room next to him were playing around with a gun and it went off. The bullet went through the wall, hit the guy in the scrotum, hit a main artery, and he bled to death internally. When the people in the next room realized the bullet had gone through the wall, they covered the hole up with toothpaste and just went down to the bar for a drink. They realized the following day that this guy in the room next to them had died, but the person who shot the gun claims that he believed the guy dying and the gun accidentally going off were unrelated incidents. The case was eventually solved and he received a trial where he was sentenced to 10 years in prison. It was such a freak incident that I still think about it occasionally. It's one of those mysteries that creeps me out even after it's solved. So needless to say I'm odds and ends But I'll be stumbling away Slowly learning that life is ok |