We share our mother's health

I would write a book if I wasn't convinced the secrets, lies, and general weirdness that is my life and the lives around me wouldn't make everyone hate me. They would, though. It's kind of evident. But none the less I live in a really fruitful and sort of insane world. Wait, I don't know if I'd call it fruitful. Fruity, maybe, but not always fruitful; sometimes it's rotten fruit, but fruit all the same. Like, today I found out one of my family members went in to the hospital for open heart surgery without telling anyone what was going on. No one, not even their significant other, in fact instead of telling them they lied and said they had to make an emergency trip to another state. It's weird to think about, but I guess it's (mildly) justifiable because they're sick as it is. Then again we're all different and everyone deals with things differently so maybe they were okay with the idea of dying without saying goodbye. It's the easiest way to go, after all. For you maybe.

There's lots of people that go through that sort of thing from the receiving end. We have this other family friend who went through 9/11... saw the bodies dropping from the sky and everything. If you ask them why they never went back to their job after it happened, all they'll say is "there were people in the air." That's enough of a reason for me.

And I think I'm crazy because there's just some days when I want to go to class with no pants on because I'm too lazy to put my leg in the hole. Go figure.