It's not fun to think about letting go of your personality but at the same time, it does seem like something we'll all be faced with doing at the end of our lives when we're too sick to be cured by the material things the world has to offer and we'll have no choice but to focus 100% on the otherworldly. I like to focus on it while I'm feeling well--kind of like preparing for a test a little bit each day instead of waiting until the last minute.
John's mom asks, "How do you identify your race?” John says, “Say you’re pink” and I try not to laugh out loud. John actually sounds like he has a sense of humor similar to mine. I didn’t say he has a good sense of humor because I don’t judge my sense of humor as good and others’ as bad. They say that when you write, you should “show it” and not just say it and I think I’m showing very well here that people are my #1 distraction. By the way, John has to pick up Tyler today! It’s five minutes til 2 o’clock right now. I know this because John's mom just told him. They’re interacting now and I’m not sure what they’re talking about because I'm busy typing/reporting about how they’re a great distraction. I’ll try to listen better so I can report back to you, my invisible, future audience but they’ve stopped speaking again.