Hey all 8 Readers (Thanks to the birthday girl, Stephanie Fink for bookmarking my blog! :D)
Anyway, I have been thinking lately about life in general and how it is such a fragile thing and how I never really sit down and think about how I had the ability to wake up this morning and be able to develop my skills in something I truly love. I have also been thinking about the death of Paul. Like I said before, I didn't really know him too well, but for some reason, his death has really had an effect on me. A bigger one than I thought it would. I think it was because he was in my grade and so close to my age and I haven't really dealt with that before. It just really made me think about how fragile life is, and how easily it can be cut short. I thought about that today and realized that one must be doing something right if they were able to wake up this morning.
On a totally different subject, I am adding to my blog post from last time. I do not in any way, shape or form condone underage drinking. I think that it is stupid. Especially these stupid high school girls talking about how they got drunk over the weekend. Nobody cares how much you threw up. You're 15. My blog post was only saying that America should consider lowering the drinking age to avoid stuff like that. I feel that if it got lower, people wouldn't ask "what's it like to be drunk?" and do it. I feel that it would be done in moderation. I mean, people would slip up a couple of times, but they will eventually learn their lesson. So now that I am done defending my last post, who wants to pound a Bud Light with me? (That was a joke. Just making sure you know)
Wes,
ReplyDeleteYou're awesome. I agree with you on the drinking age, it lessens what I like to call the "forbidden fruit syndrome."
As for Paul's death, I understand what you're saying. I remember standing around and talking to him during my Junior and Senior year before school would start. It's surreal to think that the guy I hardly knew but talked to will never be there to talk to me again. Ever. I don't know if I can explain in words how odd the feeling is of having that knowledge or at least trying to grasp that reality.