You said that you have priorities.
Yeah. Exactly.
A friend of my died recently. Really recently. Just today recently. And I mean, uh, I'm not surprized - that sounds terrible - it is not the end that I am surprized by, but the means. He had a seizure in his sleep is what I'm told. And then that isn't even it either. All these people that didn't like him have made their facebooks "RIP we will miss you" - and I think, you might miss him now but you won't next week. And then I realize that this is how it is going to go; when I die everyone will miss me for about three weeks and then it's back to life as usual.
And I am shaken. And you call me and act like a good friend would. And it seems as though the wrong thing to say comes so easily to you. And I start to get quiet. And you have to go to bed because you have to get up early to do whatever with your boyfriend. You have priorities. You also have no idea how funny I find this.
Death is just the end, isn't it? And, yeah, that sure is something. And I'm sorry if I brought my own issues into the middle of this - but that is how the night has gone.
A good dude died. That fucking sucks. It makes the rest of my fucking problems seem like shit in comparison.
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