Even though I… don’t believe in the existence of an afterlife, in the extremely small likelihood that I am wrong in that department (and this isn’t me holding out false hope as much as it is me “covering my bases”), I’ve joked to people and told them that I don’t want my mother to even recognize me. So far, to that end, I’ve actually done several things that I hope will cause my mother not to recognize me if there indeed is an afterlife or the capacity for one to be a ghost for any reason. They are all things that I would have done at some point in the future though, but doing them now is for a special reason. So far, I’ve done the following:

· gotten cyberlox for my hair since I’ve wanted to own, and wear, them for years
· dyed my hair another color, which I stopped doing when Bub was young for… some reason
· gotten rid of some of the clothes in my closet that I knew I would never wear again
· researched Satanism, outed myself as safely as I could as a Satanist, and began living my life like one

These are all things that are tangentially related to not wanting her to recognize me in any capacity.

So far, I think I’m doing good in that department. I’m going to love doing even more things in the new year.