Not exactly the best way to start your journal, huh? Well, I'm going to write about it regardless.
When I finish high school, I'm going to go to school to become a forensic pathologist, or a medical examiner. It seems like a positively morbid job to most and some people are even appalled at it. They think that I'm insane for wanting to spend my day with corpses, but I think it's going to be amazing. My guidance counselor actually said she couldn't think of a job better suited for me. I'm still not sure if that was a compliment or an insult, but I'm flattered that she thinks I'll excel at it.
The reason I want to become a forensic pathologist is because I cannot deal with people. I mean, I have trouble dealing with my best friends from time to time and the only person I never shy away from is my boyfriend. I'm the most solitary person I know and the thought of dealing with living people all day at work is somewhat frightening. At least when I'm with the dead I don't have to worry if I look alright or if I'm making a good impression. Death is a Godsend if you ask me.
Plus, I just like the general aspects of death. It's the great equalizer. No one is better than anyone else when they're 6-feet under and have maggots fucking in their skulls. The dead don't judge each other, criticize each other, hurt each other, etc. Being in a room that is silent and utterly still except for myself and an assistant is a welcome break from the frustration and hectic pace of life.
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