evil_homer

Yesterday I went over to the house of the girl I had been dating up until a couple months ago. I was afraid it would be awkward, since it would be our first time really talking to each other since we broke up. And it was awkward, but not for the reasons I expected. I quickly found that there was no animosity between us, which was a relief. The awkwardness came from the fact that she had been in a major bike accident last week, which had left her chin and jaw completely smashed. Her jaw was wired shut (something I hear about but had never seen), and she had lots of bandages covering her lower face. It was truly a shock to see someone I cared about (and still care about, if in a lesser way) in such pain. All the things I had planned on saying were rendered utterly trite and meaningless. I found myself stammering a lot, split between acting sympathetic and of and pretending that the headress didn't even exist. I don't even really know where I'm going with this; it's just something that's been weighing on my mind. I guess it's one of those things that puts everything into perspective, and when someone tells me "at least you've got your health" I can say "Oh shit, you're right".