Serious time
So, some good news and some bad news.
Good news! Kinda. Cast is finally off, YAYAYAYAYAY!!!! The kinda part is that my leg still has a bit of a crack in it.. so, because of this, and the fact that my leg and ankle aren't used to moving unimpeded for the last 3 months, I have to go back in 2 weeks after walking around with... the crutches again! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo!!!! /vader I doubt I can drive since that'd put unnecessary pressure on what's still kinda delicate and I don't want to fuck it up anymore.
The bad news. Pretty sad too. Old friend of mine who I hadn't talked to in a while, but we were still pretty tight, from all the way back in high school days, died a few days ago. Very sudden too. Glenn called me up and after a bit of phone tag, we got a hold of each other. He was an art professor, SCAD, had a site for his web comic, sweetwaterisanasshole.com, very cool guy. Always had a nice disposition but not like, to the point where it made you wanna throw up. He could be a prick, and be funny about it too. Apparently, he was up in New York with his girlfriend and they were out hiking on some paths upstate, and he slipped on a rock, smashed his head on another and fell off a cliff. I dunno how high up it was nor does it really matter. I just hope that he was unconscious when he finally landed. That's just something that's always kinda creeps me out, thinking about if you see it coming in such a horrible situation like that. He was very talented, very cool, very liked. Still don't understand karma and I never will. The good folks die young, the shitbags live on forever. WTF, life.. wtf.
What really gets to me other than he's gone is that I haven't done shit with my life and I'm 31. He did more in the last several years than I have..well, ever. I know I've tried to do this and that, tried to succeed, make a name for myself somewhere somehow, and for whatever reason, it hasn't happened yet. Maybe it's my attitude, bad timing, I dunno. But he was my age, y'know? Everyone wants to do something special, and if we could ask Jeremy now if he was happy how things turned out, he'd probably say yes. I gotta do something with myself. Maybe this was kind of an indirect kick in my ass to stop being stupid and stop being such a prick to everyone even if they kinda deserve it. I think the one thing that everyone tells themselves when they're young, something that they hope they accomplish if nothing else in life is making an impact in somebody's life, a serious one. So far, I don't honestly think I've done that. I want to, I really do. Just not sure how I'd go about it, or if I may have already and I don't even realize it. I guess thinking about your own mortality does that to a person.
Good news! Kinda. Cast is finally off, YAYAYAYAYAY!!!! The kinda part is that my leg still has a bit of a crack in it.. so, because of this, and the fact that my leg and ankle aren't used to moving unimpeded for the last 3 months, I have to go back in 2 weeks after walking around with... the crutches again! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo!!!! /vader I doubt I can drive since that'd put unnecessary pressure on what's still kinda delicate and I don't want to fuck it up anymore.
The bad news. Pretty sad too. Old friend of mine who I hadn't talked to in a while, but we were still pretty tight, from all the way back in high school days, died a few days ago. Very sudden too. Glenn called me up and after a bit of phone tag, we got a hold of each other. He was an art professor, SCAD, had a site for his web comic, sweetwaterisanasshole.com, very cool guy. Always had a nice disposition but not like, to the point where it made you wanna throw up. He could be a prick, and be funny about it too. Apparently, he was up in New York with his girlfriend and they were out hiking on some paths upstate, and he slipped on a rock, smashed his head on another and fell off a cliff. I dunno how high up it was nor does it really matter. I just hope that he was unconscious when he finally landed. That's just something that's always kinda creeps me out, thinking about if you see it coming in such a horrible situation like that. He was very talented, very cool, very liked. Still don't understand karma and I never will. The good folks die young, the shitbags live on forever. WTF, life.. wtf.
What really gets to me other than he's gone is that I haven't done shit with my life and I'm 31. He did more in the last several years than I have..well, ever. I know I've tried to do this and that, tried to succeed, make a name for myself somewhere somehow, and for whatever reason, it hasn't happened yet. Maybe it's my attitude, bad timing, I dunno. But he was my age, y'know? Everyone wants to do something special, and if we could ask Jeremy now if he was happy how things turned out, he'd probably say yes. I gotta do something with myself. Maybe this was kind of an indirect kick in my ass to stop being stupid and stop being such a prick to everyone even if they kinda deserve it. I think the one thing that everyone tells themselves when they're young, something that they hope they accomplish if nothing else in life is making an impact in somebody's life, a serious one. So far, I don't honestly think I've done that. I want to, I really do. Just not sure how I'd go about it, or if I may have already and I don't even realize it. I guess thinking about your own mortality does that to a person.