I seems like I'm a bit out of the ordinary, but I don't think about death or my death much unless forcibly confronted with it (someone close to me dies, reading a horrifying story online, etc.) I've got too much living to do to die, and I certainly do not want to think about my death while living. I don't think about not thinking about it - I just don't think about it. It's just not a part of my daily life. One of my all-time favorite movies is Harold and Maude. If you haven't seen it, go out and watch it right now. It touches on a lot of subjects - coming of age, love, wealth, death, etc. The soundtrack is amazing and the psychiatrist has some fantastic quotes that will probably make you chuckle.
Maude: Vice, virtue. It's best not to be too moral. You cheat yourself out of too much life. Aim above morality. If you apply that to life, then you're bound to live it fully.”"Harold: I sure am picking up on vices.
I can relate to how you feel. For me it seems like I am still too much in the spur of life to care about it - just too far away, it seems. It's the easier answer, I know. I don’t want to live like I’ve already lived / but I do want to get busy living Edit: You know what, I do have something to say about it. I had to translate some Latin, the letters about Pompeii. One sentence always stuck with me. The people in the city were aware that they were probably going to die (as hell broke open over them), but didn't know when it would happen. After a while, some of the people were screaming for Death to come, just so their fears would come to an end. I don't think about death too much: it'll only hurt me if I do occupy my mind with it.