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Re: What's your pet peeve in RL?
Nah, Dad was always about looking on the bright side of things. He & Gramps both were the sort of person whom you felt like you'd known them your whole from the 1st meeting. Everyone loved Dad.
I've been down in the dark there before, too, and in a sick way that's sort of what's helping me stay sane right now (at the same it's also really hurting but eh...). When the love of my life, my best friend since childhood broke my heart out of the fucking blue for no reason (and incidentally, that too was on March 17th so I was already dreading Monday but never did I imagine...) that pretty well destroyed me. I couldn't focus on anything, my grades just went all to Hell and I must have tried killing myself at least a dozen times since. I had a few friends give the usual shit nonsense about going through that, but others were more understand and just tried to be positive and avoid all the tired cliches. They just listened and supported me. It still took me a really, really long fucking time to fully recover from what (only in the last year or so, actually) but I eventually did. I still miss her with all my heart, but at least life doesn't seem totally pointless.
And then this shit happens, right on the "anniversary" of the last time my world came crashing down around me. I'm holding up a lot better now, but sometimes I wonder if I'm just the victim of some perpetual sick joke.
Nah, Dad was always about looking on the bright side of things. He & Gramps both were the sort of person whom you felt like you'd known them your whole from the 1st meeting. Everyone loved Dad.
I've been down in the dark there before, too, and in a sick way that's sort of what's helping me stay sane right now (at the same it's also really hurting but eh...). When the love of my life, my best friend since childhood broke my heart out of the fucking blue for no reason (and incidentally, that too was on March 17th so I was already dreading Monday but never did I imagine...) that pretty well destroyed me. I couldn't focus on anything, my grades just went all to Hell and I must have tried killing myself at least a dozen times since. I had a few friends give the usual shit nonsense about going through that, but others were more understand and just tried to be positive and avoid all the tired cliches. They just listened and supported me. It still took me a really, really long fucking time to fully recover from what (only in the last year or so, actually) but I eventually did. I still miss her with all my heart, but at least life doesn't seem totally pointless.
And then this shit happens, right on the "anniversary" of the last time my world came crashing down around me. I'm holding up a lot better now, but sometimes I wonder if I'm just the victim of some perpetual sick joke.
today's the day... in a couple hours gonna be saying my final goodbyes as they put him away.
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