Little Towns
I'm in Michigan right now, visiting my grandma. She's doing well, recovering fast, and although she was very sad looking in her stiff neck restraint, she was very happy to see us. I must get my ability to heal quickly from her, because she's been through far more than most people I've ever heard of. Anyways, she went to see a doctor for a check up, and it turns out she has cancer in her left ear. Cancer just won't leave my family alone.
When we're not visiting my grandma, we're riding around through the little towns nearby. My mom grew up here. Most of the people here know her from highschool, which is weird yet pretty awesome at the same time. There's no big city, everything is just scattered around in little settlements. Cities like Bridgmind remind me of when I was little and visiting the area with uncle milton. They are all connected by red arrow highway. I like it here strangely. The people are not drooling over the newest gadgets, they are happy with what they have and make the best out of everything. I've met a lot of people who live to live. love is just a bonus to their life, not a necessity. I don't know what that means to me, it's just different. Racism is also more common here. Stares are meaner than what I'm used to. I held the door open for a man a few days ago. He looked at me, said "Pfft!" and walked around HALF THE BUILDING to walk through a different entrance. ??? Whatever.
Everything is rushing past so fast this week. Monday i was buying a car. Tuesday I was on a plane and saw my grandma. Wednesday I met up with my cousin kirk and his family. Today I hear about some bad news. Tomorrow I'm on a plane again and the day afterwards it's off to college. I remember realizing that I'm the kind of person who likes to get things done. I don't know so much anymore. I suppose I'm just in a state of apathy or shock. I'll get through this week and then deal with it next week.
I was at the nursing home and my grandma had to change her pants so I stepped out. It was then that I realized how eerie nursing homes were. It was more eerie than the hospital I would visit my father in. At least there you know that the people in the hospital is going to get better. In the nursing home, everyone's problems are permanent. Some of the elderly would walk by and give me a friendly greeting. Then as the conversation went on they would oddly start muttering quietly and shuffling away without a goodbye. Other elderly would stop in the hallway and stare, like in quarantine when the bloody old infected lady stared at the camera before attacking. Still other elderly with walkers made out of PVC pipe would scrape across the halls slowly, bumping into walls, wandering into other patients rooms and reading walls as if there was a sign there, oblivious to the drool and snot running down their faces. It made me wonder about that stage of life. I didn't really think much of it. Part of me expects not to make it that far. Part of me doesn't want to make it that far. But then I look at me here, and say, "If I don't do what I want to do now, there's no way I'll be able to do what I want to do when I end up like this bunch." I remember someone with a silver mane telling me "Live every day as if you would die by the end of it." It reminded me of A.I, where David was allowed to spend one day with his mommy and made the best of it. Sad ending. Good moral.
My cousin Kirk is clueless. He's 23, and has no idea of the real world at all. His family sheltered him because of his weak heart, to the point where half of his education seems to come from TV and picture books. He's not a bad actor though. Maybe one day when I'm rolling on mounds of dollar bills, I'll give him a mound or two and help him get on his feet outside of his smothering parents. The poor kid has a 1500 dollar laptop and doesn't even know how to make a new folder, or what a thumbdrive is. Never driven a car, doesn't know how cell phones operate. He probably doesn't even know that satellites exist. What he does know he retains very well though. So much unused potential. If only I could help. My father used to. If only.
I bought insurance today. Got a great deal with USAA. I keep having this dream that I'm following my mom down the street on the highway. I hit 75mph and then my transmission blows out, the engine drops like 500 lbs of lead, embedding itself into the asphault, causing my car to clip it, go airborne, crash and explode. At least I die sitting in a fancy leather heated seat.
Dragoshi
When we're not visiting my grandma, we're riding around through the little towns nearby. My mom grew up here. Most of the people here know her from highschool, which is weird yet pretty awesome at the same time. There's no big city, everything is just scattered around in little settlements. Cities like Bridgmind remind me of when I was little and visiting the area with uncle milton. They are all connected by red arrow highway. I like it here strangely. The people are not drooling over the newest gadgets, they are happy with what they have and make the best out of everything. I've met a lot of people who live to live. love is just a bonus to their life, not a necessity. I don't know what that means to me, it's just different. Racism is also more common here. Stares are meaner than what I'm used to. I held the door open for a man a few days ago. He looked at me, said "Pfft!" and walked around HALF THE BUILDING to walk through a different entrance. ??? Whatever.
Everything is rushing past so fast this week. Monday i was buying a car. Tuesday I was on a plane and saw my grandma. Wednesday I met up with my cousin kirk and his family. Today I hear about some bad news. Tomorrow I'm on a plane again and the day afterwards it's off to college. I remember realizing that I'm the kind of person who likes to get things done. I don't know so much anymore. I suppose I'm just in a state of apathy or shock. I'll get through this week and then deal with it next week.
I was at the nursing home and my grandma had to change her pants so I stepped out. It was then that I realized how eerie nursing homes were. It was more eerie than the hospital I would visit my father in. At least there you know that the people in the hospital is going to get better. In the nursing home, everyone's problems are permanent. Some of the elderly would walk by and give me a friendly greeting. Then as the conversation went on they would oddly start muttering quietly and shuffling away without a goodbye. Other elderly would stop in the hallway and stare, like in quarantine when the bloody old infected lady stared at the camera before attacking. Still other elderly with walkers made out of PVC pipe would scrape across the halls slowly, bumping into walls, wandering into other patients rooms and reading walls as if there was a sign there, oblivious to the drool and snot running down their faces. It made me wonder about that stage of life. I didn't really think much of it. Part of me expects not to make it that far. Part of me doesn't want to make it that far. But then I look at me here, and say, "If I don't do what I want to do now, there's no way I'll be able to do what I want to do when I end up like this bunch." I remember someone with a silver mane telling me "Live every day as if you would die by the end of it." It reminded me of A.I, where David was allowed to spend one day with his mommy and made the best of it. Sad ending. Good moral.
My cousin Kirk is clueless. He's 23, and has no idea of the real world at all. His family sheltered him because of his weak heart, to the point where half of his education seems to come from TV and picture books. He's not a bad actor though. Maybe one day when I'm rolling on mounds of dollar bills, I'll give him a mound or two and help him get on his feet outside of his smothering parents. The poor kid has a 1500 dollar laptop and doesn't even know how to make a new folder, or what a thumbdrive is. Never driven a car, doesn't know how cell phones operate. He probably doesn't even know that satellites exist. What he does know he retains very well though. So much unused potential. If only I could help. My father used to. If only.
I bought insurance today. Got a great deal with USAA. I keep having this dream that I'm following my mom down the street on the highway. I hit 75mph and then my transmission blows out, the engine drops like 500 lbs of lead, embedding itself into the asphault, causing my car to clip it, go airborne, crash and explode. At least I die sitting in a fancy leather heated seat.
Dragoshi