In these desperate times, this I plead... when all else fails, remember me. That's all I really want. So what do I want to be remembered for, anyway? That's a question we should all ask ourselves; it might help us carry ourselves more in the way other's see us as compared to how we see ourselves. I want to be remembered for the crazy outfits I wore and the way I carried myself. How every morning I need a theme to dress up to, or else I'm at a loss of what to wear. May sound lame, but it works damn it! Say that I feel particularly elegant that day, I might grab a dress shirt, vest and pair of dress shoes to throw on, not to mention that black and white checkered top hat with the skulls in the checkers. That's a friend favorite. I usually get compliments on what I wear and I always try to look good every day. I refuse to bu sweat pants, lest I like them a little too much. Wouldn't want to seem sloppy. I want to be remembered for the shit I said. And oh boy, have I said some shit. I don't want people to remember my opinions on everything, I just want them to have a little chckle to themselves when they happen upon something that reminds them of me. Even if I'm not there. Its a nice thought. Little inside jokes and occasional fancies of mine pop up when I'm not around, so I want it to continue like that. I want to be remembered for my writing. As a future novelist, this is probably the most important to me. Forget how the fuck I looked, forget the stupid shit I've done, forget all those damned mistakes I ever made. If I were to die today, I would be leaving behind a substansial amount of unfinished writing. I want my family and friends to read every last piece, no matter how much they hate it. Why? Because there's a little piece of me in everything I write. Maybe they'll notice the random pieces of my life thrown into the stories by a reference to something I really like or really hate, or maybe they read a piece of writing where I subtly snuck my best friend and myself in. Who knows? All I do know is that the writing will be the everlasting mark I leave when I do, whether I be famous yet or not. This idea popped in my head when, in my Creative Writing class, we were asked to find a song that meant something to us. I chose the song Desperate Times by Killswitch Engage, a deep song no matter how shallow people think screamo rock is. The song itself is about worrying if people will remember the person when they die, how they're struggling with so many troubles that they were surprised to see that someone else has ensured that they will always be remembered. I think there's someone like that in most people's lives that, whether they know it or not, will keep the memory of someone else whom has died alive for as long as they live themselves. What do you want to be remembered for when you die? | 
