When you’re a kid, you think it’ll be so much fun to be an adult. You want to be a grown-up! When you’re an adult, you look back and see how awesome it was to be a kid. You’d give anything to get those carefree days back.
Makes me think we might be doing the whole “life” thing wrong.
The people that retire and then find that they have to do something to be happy just make no sense to me. If I could get away with it, I’d go home right now and never do anything I didn’t have to do for the rest of my life. This may or may not be due to the fact that it’s a rainy, sleepy day and I feel like crap.
I’m sorry I complain so much. The only time I feel like writing is when I feel bad, so nothing but the negativity come out. I guess in a way that’s a good thing because I’m kind of getting it out of my system, but it’s also not exactly the kind of thing that people want to read.
"Oh a new post, I sure hope he whines some more.", said no one ever. So what I’m going to do now is very discreetly put my head on my desk, and just kind of hope for the best. It’s Friday afternoon, and I just have no more fucks to give this week.
Found out tonight that my dad has stage III colon cancer.
I really hate typing that, because I keep trying to convince myself that it’s not actually happening. So far, it hasn’t worked.
I don’t know what to do. I’ve been doing some reading about it, and trying to figure out how I can be of help (given that I’m a few hours away) and seeing… well, what his chances of survival are.
Realizing that no one really knows.
And there’s nothing for me to do about it.
This isn’t something that I can help. This just… happened. I can’t fix it, and in reality, no one can. For the good of everyone involved, I basically have to surrender and accept the fact that this is out of my control.
After a lot of reading, crying and thinking about things, I figure that the best thing I can do is be supportive, positive, and just keep my sense of humor.