Something Gold

I commented and said something along the lines of “congratulations, studies have shown that lesbian relationships are the longest lasting and most compassionate!”

and then linked to Men Who Look Like Old Lesbians.

he deleted it immediately. roflcopter.

first of all, hes the type of person who claims to be so badass and say what is on his mind all of the time. Now, you can’t tell from his main fb pic, but he totally looks like an old lesbian. I have mentioned this to him before, and he just stared at me slack-jaw and called me chubby. now, I was pissed about that for a long time because his insult was a much lower blow than mine, but this just makes me realize that does not matter in the least! clearly, he cares too much what other people think of him if he can’t even leave that comment on his wall.

if you knew this guy, you would LOL too

Prognosis: not so good. You see, once a mind has been blown to that extent one can only wait and see what happens.

I’m afraid his mind has been completely blown by the genius of Ms. Connor, it is a common case as of recently. It seems as though she has been going about blowing minds right and left. If only there were someone capable of stopping such a powerful mind-blowing force!

(I finished my essay. it is 4:30am. I am rather proud of myself even though I should be ashamed. I wake up in less than 4 hours.)

“In one swift stride Summers has concluded that the female population cannot “have it all” and instead must choose between a successful career and a family.”

see that alliteration? who else finds alliterations sexy?

gabrielleshea:

I’ve never communicated to anyone about that day before. Obviously this is a very personal thing and I would really prefer that no one responds about it, but I thought it might make me feel better knowing that at least it’s off my chest. Or maybe someone in their head will say “Oh, I’ve gone through the same thing”, and I won’t be alone in it. Maybe not, though. I might delete this.

I remember feeling the same way when my grandpa died. My mother’s father had died when she was a little girl, so my father’s father was the only ‘grandpa’ I had growing up. I was never really close with my grandparents, usually I lived pretty far away and didn’t see them unless it was some sort of special occasion. But I remember I always loved my grandpa Joe, he was sweet in that old man sort of way. His presence was very non-confrontational and his eyes very wise in their foreign baby blue. He died the summer before my sophomore year of high school, I suppose that was over 4 years ago now. I was able to see him before he died, I had visited with my dad some months before. But my sister was too afraid she would be upset, so she stayed in VA Beach even for the funeral. I was upset over the whole thing, but I didn’t want anyone to see it. I had never seen my father so sad before, and I was afraid if I showed my sadness that it would exacerbate the anxiety of everyone around me. It wasn’t until the funeral that I broke down, when my dad was saying the eulogy, that it all came into focus for me and I began to cry like a baby. Now, I don’t cry often, I don’t see the point of tears because they don’t make anything better. I knew that grandpa had lived longer than he imagined he would, and that now he did not feel the sadness we all kept inside that day. Because funerals aren’t for the dead, they’re for the living left behind wondering what may or may not lie ahead.

My sister regrets never attending that funeral, but she insists it was just too sad. I could understand her fear of the unknown: we had never had someone close to us die before. But it was a long time coming, and we knew his health was in decline for some years, he knew it as well because he was a doctor. As soon as he decided that he was too old to practice medicine anymore, we all were preparing for the inevitable. He lived his life to the fullest, and I can only hope to have a life as fulfilling as his was. He also died in his home, with his wife and children by his side just how he wanted it to end.

So yes, I understand that it is a personal thing and that you would prefer to just let that painful memory fade away into the recesses of your subconscious, but the fact of the matter is that death is a part of life. Death is the only event we are born to reach, every day stepping closer and closer to that goal. When one can learn to conquer their fear of the unknown then one is truly enlightened.

Yes, I am Buddha.