Once again, this title seems a little trite. I could go with the obvious, of course. What does anyone hope never to do? Never bury a loved one, never lose a friendship, never see anyone you care about hurt or knocked about by life, right?
Maybe I have a somewhat different view of death, but I really don’t think dying is the worst thing that could happen to someone I loved, especially if they were in terrible pain or had lost all the faculties.
My “nevers” are different. I hope I never, ever have to feel like I need to give up my soul just so another person will be “happy”.
I hope I never, ever have to work in any kind of job that involves sales ever again. Okay, maybe Starbucks.
I hope I’m never, ever tempted to stray in any way from this wonderful life that G and I have worked so hard to create for ourselves. I hope I have enough common sense to never do that.
That’s three and that’s enough. I’m cranky right now because I think I’m getting pinkeye and that pisses me off.