The pain we feel
After a day of mostly sleeping, I awoke to get ready for my kick off concert of the summer. This year, the Honda Civic Tour featured Fall Out Boy as well as +44 (formerly Blink182). Fall Out Boy brought down the house with their best show to date. Parts of it reminded me of an American idol finale. I found it more enjoyable since I knew every song they played and some. When the concert was over, Kristen and I found our way back to my car. Leaving DTE, the traffic was packed. I ended up in the wrong lane, with no hope of getting over. In the moment I decided to make a right and head up the wrong way to look for a turn around. A half mile up from DTE, we found ourselves in the heat of a gruesome accident. A car turning left, had hit a girl that had run out in the middle of the road. Kristen R helped the witnesses pull over, and told the cops she would direct traffic. The girl had hit the windshield pretty hard and flown into the air like a box. Amazingly enough she was alive. She couldn't move a single bone, but she was able to talk. When the cops said we could leave, I beelined. I called Puppy, but no response. On the way home, I had to stop for two more ambulances and one cop car. We were both extremely shaken by what we had just witnessed. I sent Puppy a text, and still no response. For the rest of the night, I sat alone in my room shaken up and no Puppy to comfort me. When he finally did text, it said "with Rounds, call u tomorrow"...Tomorrow? What did that mean? Could he not take 5 minuets to call me to make sure I was okay and tell me goodnight?
After being hit by a blow off wave, I tried to get my mind around the concept of happily ever after, and I didn't seem to have happily right now. As progressive as our society claims to be, there are still certain life targets we're all suppose to hit. College, Marriage, and a home to call your own. But what if instead of breaking out in a smile, you break out in a rash? Is something wrong with the system or is it you?, and do we really want these things? Or are we just programed?
After being hit by a blow off wave, I tried to get my mind around the concept of happily ever after, and I didn't seem to have happily right now. As progressive as our society claims to be, there are still certain life targets we're all suppose to hit. College, Marriage, and a home to call your own. But what if instead of breaking out in a smile, you break out in a rash? Is something wrong with the system or is it you?, and do we really want these things? Or are we just programed?