Neither. I just have a unique relationship with death, and a dark sense of humor.

I don’t worry about my death. Which means that I also don’t go out of my way to avoid it either. If I get hit by a bus, oh well.

So, I have a running gag where if there’s something interesting in the future, I now have to put effort into not dying.

I just forget sometimes that saying it out loud, or in writing like this, that it isn’t exactly obvious what I mean.

Also, thank you for how you worded your comment. That’s a very sweet thought.