listen i hate trump and want him to not be president just as much as the next guy but like, if he gets impeached or anything happens to him, pence will take over as president. and pence is even more anti-lgbtq and anti-women, and would probably be more effective than trump at implementing policies since he has actual experience as a politician…… so maybe let’s not hope for that
The sad thing about someone dying is that suddenly all the memories you have with each other are finite. No new memories get to be created. Eventually when you tell people stories about you and that other person, you run out of stories because you never get new stories to tell ever again. And as time goes on, those stories seem to become fewer and fewer, and details get forgotten.
The saddest thing is when the person who died was so young. I only had twenty years with my brother. Arguably, 5-8 of those years don’t count because they were the first years of my life, and relatively forgettable. I don’t even remember turning 8 or 9 or 10, let alone what things my brother and I did together.
And then there were the teenage years where we just bickered and I, in my teen angst, just stopped speaking to everyone and remained shut up in my room, so that’s another few years lost.
And then I went to college and moved away, leaving only the occasional text message conversation, so another year lost.
So overall I didn’t get much time with my brother. I mourn that and I mourn all the memories we won’t get to create.
Now that he would be 30 and I am 28, I like to think these would have really been our years. We’d be so much more mature and adult than when we were younger and pettier. We would actually be friends. He might even have married that girl I didn’t like who I always thought (and still think tbh) was a total ditz and I might be babysitting their ditz child right now.
I just keep thinking about how sad I feel every time I have those moments where I start to tell a story about something that happened with me and my brother when we were young, only to realize I’ve told the story before, and have no new stories to tell, and never will.
Werewolf Bar Mitzvah
Spooky scary
Boys becoming men
Men becoming wolves
i never realized this was a full song omg
I DID IT.
I finally finished my bachelor’s. It took a long time and I needed a lot of breaks. I struggled and kicked and screamed my way through it but it’s over and I finally have a super expensive piece of paper.
I’m not super proud that I have $89k in student loans for the next 30 years for a degree in a field I’m not working in, but I’m proud and honestly relieved that I have at least a degree and I can say that I have one. Not that I technically have one, not that I’m 6 credits shy of one, not that I’m almost done. I’m done and I did it and my grades weren’t the best and I should have finished it 4 years ago but that no longer matters because I’m DONE.
(And now……………………………………………………..ON TO GRAD SCHOOL)
