It was a year ago that I wrote “Hey, I’m 40”.
The sun set just now as I was driving towards TTDI from PWTC after the end of the third day of MIDE 2007, signaling the end of the 40th year of this miserable life of mine.
Yes, miserable.
To tell you the truth, there have been several times that I’ve wanted this life to end. If happiness is what I cannot have, then I shouldn’t be here. I think I’ve been in more depressions than I have had happiness. Seven years ago people always wonder why I always open my parachute low after removing the automatic opening device from the reserve chute. Two years ago when the wife chose to do long distance quarrel from Beijing, I did three decompression dives in a row all in a day but never did any decompression stop and my buddies Dennis, Yusmar and Mervyn were horrified because towards the end I was so narced that I saw a pink Great Barracuda behind Dennis and Mervyn.
It is a bad thing cause the sport I love to have bad publicity just because of me. So I simply drive fast nowadays. I keep telling my wife that it is probably due to the fact that whenever I leave the house I come home in one piece that she takes me for granted, thinking that everytime I go out of the house, I’d come home alive or in on piece. Oh, there were several close calls when, in anger, I replied to her SMS and almost drove off the highway.
It’s 22 minutes to the end of my 40th year of suffering.
I don’t want to go through another year, please.
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