falling snow flakes
The weekend was spent with Johnny Bravo. He came to the University and we had a really nice time together. Friday night we watched "Jack Frost" together and fell asleep in one another's arms. I've always considered that a very intimate, important aspect of a relationship of any type, and so I somewhat fear doing so with someone, but nonetheless, it was amazing. And even better Saturday, as we were laying on my bed watching "Ace Venture - Pet Detective" (funny movie) we fell asleep. Falling asleep, on a cold, winter afternoon, with the person you enjoy spending time with, all without intention, is one of the best feelings in the world. Anyway, we had a really good time.
Finals are this week, and I go home either Wednesday or Thursday - it all depends whether or not I decide to take my psychology final (its not mandatory). I'm looking forward to going home. I picked up a lot of hours at work - 36! All of which that money is going towards my phone bill. I don't mind though.
On a different note, and more towards my usual writing, I spent a evening several nights ago with a friend. She, A. as I'll refer to her, and I walked around campus and talked as I had found her in an emotional state of distress and it looked as though she could use a friend.
As A. and I walked she told me all about the stress that was resting on her shoulders. Just one week earlier she had lost a friend, a boy her age, to a motorvehicle accident. And just the day before our talk the girlfriend of a friend of hers suffered from a stroke. A. said that she had been to five funerals in the past four years for people that she had known in her high school...there were her age. She then looked up at me and just cried. I held her in my arms and told her that things would be okay.
Life and death enter and leave this world every day. Sometimes it's someone we know, most of the time it's not. But it's a portion of this cycle which is created for us. Now, I don't believe much in God and the all-mighty, but I think somewhere there's some force which pulls the energy out of our bodies, and the same which pushes it into us. Maybe I don't make much sense to you, but I don't have to. The person that has to make sense to YOU is only YOU. What I think or believe should have no bearing on your thoughts and opinions, and I told A. this. I told her I can relate to her, that I've lost friends too. But that I dealt differently with death - that I was too accepting of it, and that I didn't grieve in a proper manner. She smiled and told me I was silly. We walked in the freezing cold, without jackets, for about an hour, and neither of us was bored nor cared.
Sometimes walking with a friend, in the cold, is just what you need.
Finals are this week, and I go home either Wednesday or Thursday - it all depends whether or not I decide to take my psychology final (its not mandatory). I'm looking forward to going home. I picked up a lot of hours at work - 36! All of which that money is going towards my phone bill. I don't mind though.
On a different note, and more towards my usual writing, I spent a evening several nights ago with a friend. She, A. as I'll refer to her, and I walked around campus and talked as I had found her in an emotional state of distress and it looked as though she could use a friend.
As A. and I walked she told me all about the stress that was resting on her shoulders. Just one week earlier she had lost a friend, a boy her age, to a motorvehicle accident. And just the day before our talk the girlfriend of a friend of hers suffered from a stroke. A. said that she had been to five funerals in the past four years for people that she had known in her high school...there were her age. She then looked up at me and just cried. I held her in my arms and told her that things would be okay.
Life and death enter and leave this world every day. Sometimes it's someone we know, most of the time it's not. But it's a portion of this cycle which is created for us. Now, I don't believe much in God and the all-mighty, but I think somewhere there's some force which pulls the energy out of our bodies, and the same which pushes it into us. Maybe I don't make much sense to you, but I don't have to. The person that has to make sense to YOU is only YOU. What I think or believe should have no bearing on your thoughts and opinions, and I told A. this. I told her I can relate to her, that I've lost friends too. But that I dealt differently with death - that I was too accepting of it, and that I didn't grieve in a proper manner. She smiled and told me I was silly. We walked in the freezing cold, without jackets, for about an hour, and neither of us was bored nor cared.
Sometimes walking with a friend, in the cold, is just what you need.