Big Stuff and little stuff
Ahh, LJ. It has been too long.
So last week some stuff happened. Some of it was kind of Big Stuff, some not. I'll start off with the Big, because it is somewhat heavy and needs getting out of the way.
Thursday night I got the news that a student I knew in my last job had committed suicide. I didn't know the person well, and he had graduated and moved on to law school. I do know several people who were quite close with him. It was really just sad to hear...I always find myself, in these situations, wondering what might have happened if something or someone had been able to intervene and give him some hope before me made that decision. Not to say anyone is at fault for not intervening, or anything like that...I just always have a really hard time hearing about someone making a decision like that and probably feeling it was the only solution they had.
The other thing was more of a decision that I came to, and it seems sort of silly to call it Big right after talking about the event in the last paragraph. But...it is, it's just of a different sort. I have been thinking for a long time about kids. Like, when I might have them. And I've come to a place where I've decided that I want to, no matter what. So...the big deal is that I've decided to start saving for the possibility that I might have to do it on my own. If I'm not in a position to have children with a partner by the time I'm 34-35ish, I'm going for it. And if I am, well, great, I'll have a nice little down payment for a house or something saved up.
Yeah, yeah, here comes the chorus of, "But the situation isn't THAT dire/are you SURE/you can't be serious/you're nuts." Dude, I'm just trying to be prepared. Can't fault a lady for that.
In much littler events, some funny things:
On Friday, a friend came to my office, got down on one knee, and presented me with a valentine card featuring a holographic cat. I told him in my fantasy the kneeling man was straight and the item being presented was not a valentine card, but hey, still awesome. That made two valentines from gay men, by the by, since JD gave me candy. Not one straight-man-gift in the bunch this year, but I have somehow survived. *sniffle*
Saturday night I had an experience that might trump the one where a guy smelled my hair. I was putting lotion on my hands after having washed them, and a man walking by our table stopped short and said, "Someone smells like they're going to the beach!" I volunteered that it was probably my hand lotion and, well, I was asking for it I guess. I'm weird.
So last week some stuff happened. Some of it was kind of Big Stuff, some not. I'll start off with the Big, because it is somewhat heavy and needs getting out of the way.
Thursday night I got the news that a student I knew in my last job had committed suicide. I didn't know the person well, and he had graduated and moved on to law school. I do know several people who were quite close with him. It was really just sad to hear...I always find myself, in these situations, wondering what might have happened if something or someone had been able to intervene and give him some hope before me made that decision. Not to say anyone is at fault for not intervening, or anything like that...I just always have a really hard time hearing about someone making a decision like that and probably feeling it was the only solution they had.
The other thing was more of a decision that I came to, and it seems sort of silly to call it Big right after talking about the event in the last paragraph. But...it is, it's just of a different sort. I have been thinking for a long time about kids. Like, when I might have them. And I've come to a place where I've decided that I want to, no matter what. So...the big deal is that I've decided to start saving for the possibility that I might have to do it on my own. If I'm not in a position to have children with a partner by the time I'm 34-35ish, I'm going for it. And if I am, well, great, I'll have a nice little down payment for a house or something saved up.
Yeah, yeah, here comes the chorus of, "But the situation isn't THAT dire/are you SURE/you can't be serious/you're nuts." Dude, I'm just trying to be prepared. Can't fault a lady for that.
In much littler events, some funny things:
On Friday, a friend came to my office, got down on one knee, and presented me with a valentine card featuring a holographic cat. I told him in my fantasy the kneeling man was straight and the item being presented was not a valentine card, but hey, still awesome. That made two valentines from gay men, by the by, since JD gave me candy. Not one straight-man-gift in the bunch this year, but I have somehow survived. *sniffle*
Saturday night I had an experience that might trump the one where a guy smelled my hair. I was putting lotion on my hands after having washed them, and a man walking by our table stopped short and said, "Someone smells like they're going to the beach!" I volunteered that it was probably my hand lotion and, well, I was asking for it I guess. I'm weird.