||[Feb. 15th, 2010|06:01 pm]
A close friend of mine found out yesterday that his best friend died in a snowboarding accident.|
Talk about a shitty Valentines Day.
I didn't know about it until I saw him in acting class today. He walked in to class, and I asked him how his weekend was, and he replied that it had been pretty shitty. I said "oh, had a crappy valentines day?" and he told me what had happened. For probably one of the first times in my life, I didn't know what to say. I was completely clueless about how to deal with this situation, so all I could say was "I'm so sorry."
I avoided talking to him the rest of class and after class, I left in a hurry to avoid talking to him.
I know that just a few posts ago, I was waxing poetic about how much I love living in Minneapolis, and how proud I am about moving here and starting over fresh. Today I regret coming here more than ever.
You see, yesterday my dad fell on some ice and broke his elbow and his wrist. He is having surgery tomorrow. I found out through a text message today. It happened midday yesterday, and I found out at 1:30 pm today. Because I live so far from home, I didn't know that my father was in a hospital until almost 24 hours after it happened. When I asked my sister why she hadn't called me, she said that she knew I was busy yesterday and didn't want to bother me.
Now, I know that he will be fine, and I know that I shouldn't worry, but I feel that because I moved here, I am suddenly out of the loop. Ever since class, I have been thinking about death. What if one of my best friends dies? How and when will I find out? Through twitter? Over facebook? I cant help but be paranoid about someone I know and love dying and me being oblivious about it.
I don't know, maybe I should just go back home next year, then I wont be worrying about this stuff. Maybe it was wrong for me to move to Minneapolis. Maybe I'm just looking too far into something that doesn't deserve this kind of attention. Who is to say?