And The Band Played On...
Haven't had much time to write in this lately. Or perhaps I have, and just decided to put it off again and again. I've been spending quite a lot of time with new people during the past few weeks and it's been rather interesting.
I think the only reason why I actually decided to write about something for a change is because within the past few hours I received a lot of information and built up a bit of frustration during lunch with my dad.
A conversation about how my aunt was being a complete bitch lately quickly turned into the topic of my dead uncle and many things I was never told about him. Like, for example, that he may have been doing drugs, was possibly bisexual with his friend (with or without the knowledge of my aunt) and was HIV+.
It doesn't change my opinion of him or make me love him any less, but now I realize that I never really knew him, and the fact that I never will is kind of depressing.
I think the only reason why I actually decided to write about something for a change is because within the past few hours I received a lot of information and built up a bit of frustration during lunch with my dad.
A conversation about how my aunt was being a complete bitch lately quickly turned into the topic of my dead uncle and many things I was never told about him. Like, for example, that he may have been doing drugs, was possibly bisexual with his friend (with or without the knowledge of my aunt) and was HIV+.
It doesn't change my opinion of him or make me love him any less, but now I realize that I never really knew him, and the fact that I never will is kind of depressing.