Bah.

    I'm curious: does anyone else ever have occasions when they doubt their spirituality? You know, when they just wonder if there's really something out there even though 99% of the time they're POSITIVE of it? Two people I knew (my great uncle, and a girl I knew in high school my sophomore and junior years) died about two weeks ago, and it's weird, because when people die, I start dwelling on my own mortality so much it ends up keeping me up at night and making me feel really helpless inside, even though most of the time I'm completely sure that this life isn't it (I'm an extremely spiritual/Catholic-ish person, for those new to my LJ). Is this normal? And if so, how do you guys get through it? I'm worried so much about the distant future I can't enjoy being a cynical teenage college kid.

(Oh, and if you've been reading this and not posting comments lately, please be so kind as to post some.  I'm kinda lonely right now and knowing people read this makes me feel better. Pretty please?)

Anyway, on a  happier note, I'm doing another Christmas fan fiction on Bulbagarden this year! I'd be very happy if you guys read it. ^^
http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/showthread.php?p=459057#post459057