I have been holding onto that adolescent notion of invincibility for as long as I can. Sure, I can have candy for dinner. That won’t hurt me. Yes I will have a cigarette, thank you. I won’t get cancer. And so on. 28 isn’t old, despite the sprouting gray hairs in my beard and increasing intensity of my hangovers from increasingly small amounts of alcohol.
Just this week, I have taken another step towards the goal of realizing how life works. This came in the form of demolishing my Invincibility Complex. All it took was a surprise three-day stay at a hospital.