I think I hit Pearl Harbor.
The only reason why I am assuming this is because my dad walked in my room babbling about reincarnation. I’m a firm believer in reincarnation so of course I gave him my full attention. He told me that its every 52 years or so that you get reincarnated. If that is the case than I must have died in 1941. This is the same year that Japan bombed Pearl Harbor and when the United States said “fuck it” and declared war. This all of course sparked WWII and the rest is history.
Where I stand in the mix of all of this is unknown. I sometimes tell myself that maybe I was born in Japan. The reason why I say this is because when I look at photographs of Japan they look so comforting and inviting. I somewhat want to be there. I could have been that daring pilot that bombed the harbor. Then again I could be wrong and I could have been one part of the Naval fleet that got killed on the USS Arizona.
What ever happened to me in my past is still a mystery but I hope to find out some time soon. Its quite interesting. This is why I can’t take up on any religion because I won’t be able to to think this way. I love abstract thinking and having that repressed would just piss me off.
exploding rock™ 