Sometimes CAH hits too close to home.
I ran into someone I knew back from middle school at the park yesterday evening. He was in a old car with another guy. He ran up to me and was like “Is that you Nancy?” He’s gotten pretty handsome and tall. Then I saw his nose, and his eyes. The traces of coke and weed hindering on his expressions.
It’s sad. It’s absolutely sad, to see people you were classmates with, hung out with, got into trouble with, and felt comfortable around turn into the type of person you never wanted or want to be around. It was very hard for me not to pass judgement and pity. I firmly believe people “know” exactly what they’re doing— whether good or bad.
He rambled on about how he’s been homeless for over two years. I sensed it after I asked him if he still lived in the area and he responded ” I guess you can say that”. He’s turning 21 this year and I jokingly said “Man be careful, 21 is hard. Living past 21 is a challenge.” He seriously responded me with ” I probably wouldn’t have lived past 16, but I did it, and I’m here now.”
I just didn’t know what to say. Here I was with my new car, my dog, my great job, my happy… happy non-violent drug-free life, and a guy I once raised havoc with all around Bixby Knolls with a group of friends is living out of his friend’s car trying to fight off smoking crystal meth and trying to get his girlfriend back.
When the small talk ended the only thing I could get myself to do was tell him to be safe, and take care of himself. Things will change if you do something about it…
I am totally obsessed with this song. This is Romeo’s and I’s song. It’s very spiritual but works out to be a great wedding song. I actually shed tears just listening to it.
Excuse the quality. I can’t wait for Rascal Flatts’ album to release so I can buy the full length, high quality version.
don’t mistreat people who are sincerely kind
don’t use them for their generosity
and for fuck’s sake don’t take them for granted expecting them to always be there because they’re nice
good-natured people can be worn down so much that even they can become jaded
treat these people right
I’m not a therapist.
No matter how many
nights I spend
trying to get to know you,
and find out why you’re so
messed up and
I can’t analyze
What I should have done
was understand you,
not try to explain
why you were
the way you were.
I was too busy
trying to figure out
why you did
the things that you did
for the things
you couldn’t change.
I’m sorry I tried
to fix you
when I should have
"I decided to leave my life eight months ago. Since then, I’ve been to Finland with a Latin American ballroom dancing team, toured Sweden with a Greek, met some Canadians in Amsterdam to watch the Olympics, and I’m about to head to Iraq to teach social media to soldiers in war zones."
i hate when people ask “who you tryna look good for?!” bitch myself bye