When I, in preparation for my around the world trip, had to have some shots for various deceases - I fainted. I'd got myself worked up about it beforehand and I didn't actually faint until 5 minutes after the injection (which I couldn't feel anything of anyway) and right into the arms of the nurse. It was such a strange thing as I was sat there talking to the nurse and all of a sudden...plop!
The "dream" I had while while unconscious was absolute horrific and from time to time I find myself wondering if the "world", which felt more realistic than the real world, I was in is actually the real world and "this" world is fake. My own private Matrix existence, if you like. Scary as hell and not something I want to experience ever again. When I came to about 30 seconds later I was terribly embarrassed and couldn't stop apologising. The nurse then said that if I was embarrassed over something as inoffensive as fainting then I had nothing to worry about in life.
Well, you can interpret it as; I'm either a good person albeit very boring with no exciting experiences or a psychopath who simply can't feel embarrassed over bigger things. Who knows?I do believe that the nurse is right in general but it doesn't mean I will start telling people about my what I "hide" - and there are plenty of stuff that I'll bring to my grave regardless how high or low they score on the list of embarrassing moments. Or will I?
They say that no one who stands by the door to eternity will step through it with a lie on his lips. They say that confessions made on a deathbed are always to believed.
I wonder what will be my confession? What will yours be?
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