Monday, 14 May 2007

if it makes you happy it can't be that bad

I always used to assume that big events would happen to a friend of a friend of mine, but never to me. Big scary events were like urban legends that made b-grade movie plots entertaining. You would talk about cancer, and a friend would sadly say "yeah, my aunty had that". You would talk about rape, and a friend would say "a girl I used to live with had that happen to her." You hear about car accidents, and you would remember a family that used to live down the road from you who were in one.

I'm starting to realise how full of shit I used to be.

My sister got pulled out of her car through the drivers side. Her car was totalled. My mum keeps saying "if the car had hit one meter differently, she wouldn't be with us today," and it scares the shit out of me. Perhaps even more so than the attempted rape thing and the time the doctors thought I might have had cancer. Because, if it happens to me, I can deal with it, but if it happens to the people I care most about in the world, there's jack shit I can do.

Yeah, I used to be full of shit.

Comments:
holy shit, did this just happen or a while ago?

i'm sorry, i didn't understand what you were trying to say.
 
the car crash happened friday.

the rest happened at other times.
 
was that an intentional Sheryl Crowe song reference... or just one of those strange universal quirks.
 
very intentional.

it makes me happy because i'm not the underdog. But I guess that means nobody is cheering for me either, doesn't it?

All these awful things almost happened to me, but they didn't. And i've only told you about 3 of them.

Do psychologists take on cases pro bono?
 
maybe you need a full team. lol
 
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