[Here's the next installment. After doing it I realized I hated so many things about it but that may be because I'm super mega cranky right now and I could punch a baby in the face (not really don't arrest me). Take care.]
When I died, I experienced life so fully and so thoroughly that it will take me an entire lifetime to sort it all out. So when I woke up, I found the 'unlife' rather dull, providing me little to no insight as I tried to pick through my experiences. That is, until, I got tired of thinking.
Bored, I searched for something to make my 'unlife' something more enjoyable, something to make the heinous task of figuring out what 'it all meant' more bearable.
I like to try everything once. No, wait, I lied. I'm more of a creature of habit, so I try only things I'm sort of interested in once. Which is not really the same. I've still never eaten octopus, and I don't like ordering things on a menu that I can't guarantee I won't probably like at least a little bit. I love people, which is amazing since I'm bad at socializing, and awkward in making friends. I am a very impatient person though people keep telling me I'm very passive. Its a shock to me, since I figured I was hotheaded, unreasonable, and sort of a jerk. I must pretend awfully well.