Just words

I am a registered organ donour since 2007 but I just received my donour card yesterday. I have never thought of the impact about any of these before but now that I have a tangible evidence reminding me of my own decision, suddenly I'm scared shitless.

My Dad had his first heart attack at that time. I couldn't bear to look at how he suffered so one morning, I just walked to the registration counter, filled up a form and wahlah! I just registered to give out my internal organs to some undeserved pricks. I didn't take that long to think about it before I filled up the form too, so I feel like kicking my own ass for being scared all of a sudden and it bothers me deeply. It's not like I'm having second thoughts but I don't know, I just can't put into words what I feel right now.

I'm not telling you this to brag that I'm a nice, selfless person because I'm not! I don't know, I figured the things that matter to us when we live won't matter that much once we're dead so better leave them out to the people who need them more than we do, right? That's my logic. And I won't urge you to do the same too because hey, we're all adults here and I won't force my life stance on anyone.

But I would urge everyone to stay away from the Twilight Saga though. No, scratch that. I'm forcing you to stay away from that shitfest!