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OK, so , I went to town two days ago with a couple of friends of mine. It was raining and cold, which has become a regular occurrence since winter began. We poked around the mall for a while before going to the Books-a-Million across the parking lot. While we were there, I saw this guy I knew from college--he was a friend of a friend that I talked to sometimes. He annoyed me a little, but I liked him well enough to call him a friend. I said hi to him, but he just kind of looked at me and walked off, which I thought was pretty rude, but I figured that he had forgotten who I was, since he and I had only really spoken a handful of times...either that or he was having a bad night, so I wasn't really bothered.
I got a phone call this afternoon from a friend telling me he had died in a car wreck that same night, a few hours after I saw him. I'm...sad, in a detached sort of way, I suppose, but I think I'm more bothered by the fact that I'm not more sad than I am...
I'm really bad with death; I don't really know how to react to it, so I'm glad that my friends weren't acting weepy and depressed. (They were upset, but not like...I don't know. Not like you see on tv where people are all silent and crying on each other's shoulders...not like the time that guy died at my school and the whole high school was so silent you could hear a pen drop all the way down the hall.)It's selfish of me to say that, I know, but I don't....think I would have been able to handle that very well and I might have ended up making things worse for them, and I definitely don't want to do that.
Anyway, just wanted to write this down here. As soon as I figure out how to F-lock entries, I'm going to lock this one...I hope my friends are ok...and I hope he's...I don't know...in heaven, since he believed in it. He deserves it.
RIP dude. We'll miss you.
I got a phone call this afternoon from a friend telling me he had died in a car wreck that same night, a few hours after I saw him. I'm...sad, in a detached sort of way, I suppose, but I think I'm more bothered by the fact that I'm not more sad than I am...
I'm really bad with death; I don't really know how to react to it, so I'm glad that my friends weren't acting weepy and depressed. (They were upset, but not like...I don't know. Not like you see on tv where people are all silent and crying on each other's shoulders...not like the time that guy died at my school and the whole high school was so silent you could hear a pen drop all the way down the hall.)It's selfish of me to say that, I know, but I don't....think I would have been able to handle that very well and I might have ended up making things worse for them, and I definitely don't want to do that.
Anyway, just wanted to write this down here. As soon as I figure out how to F-lock entries, I'm going to lock this one...I hope my friends are ok...and I hope he's...I don't know...in heaven, since he believed in it. He deserves it.
RIP dude. We'll miss you.