lukass

My head is a mess. A friend from college died in a car wreck a little while ago. While we weren't terribly close, I am the one who helped convince him to live in the dorm that I lived in during college and we had been the unintentional focus of the same psycho (note: pronounced without a silent 'p', denoting greater degree) girl and thus had a lot in common and had drank and discussed on more than one occassion. He was a good kid, one of those genuinely nice people that comes along ever so rarely. I saw him back when I was on my graduation trip, he had just graduated this year, and he had told me how he was going to be an EMT before going to med school so that he didn't get caught up in the elitism that comes with that kind of education so he was spending "some time in the trenches" and getting the chance to help people in a direct and tangible way. I was terribly proud to see all of my sophomores growing up, but especially him, and I told him as much.

It's times like this that I don't get people who spout the "There is a plan" schtick. No amount of apology about the incomprehensibility of *pick your higher power* can make this work for me. Shit like this, it wears you down little by little. Feeling tired and old /L