Rough
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Shock is a strange feeling. I find it’s best described by colors and sounds, not dissimilar to the way most things are described. If your life were a painting, would it have vibrant, spectacular colors swishing and swirling across the entire canvas, or would it have light pastels, boxed and cut into stacked, organized sections? Assuming that you will change, as all people do, (though maybe not at the same pace) do you think you’ll be able to recognize your own hues in 30 years? What about 5? It’s surprising how so many things can happen in such a short span of time, and it seems to pass so quickly.
It’s been a year and a half since I last saw him. At the time I got that call, I was only concerned with myself, and if I was in trouble. That was the first mistake I made. Several minutes before, I was talking about how much I hated him. How much he was weighing down on the family, and how he hadn’t quite found a suitable job. How he always got mad and threw things when he did, and how nobody knew quite what to do with him because he had been suffering from multiple addictions. …show more content…
I just kept going over it. For days on end, all I could do was consider the fact that this person who’s always been in my life had suddenly vanished. That was the second mistake. The next few days before the funeral were blurry. I had taken a break from my mind by enjoying a stay at a nice hotel in Chicago, one which I sadly forget the name
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Shock is a strange feeling. I find it’s best described by colors and sounds, not dissimilar to the way most things are described. If your life were a painting, would it have vibrant, spectacular colors swishing and swirling across the entire canvas, or would it have light pastels, boxed and cut into stacked, organized sections? Assuming that you will change, as all people do, (though maybe not at the same pace) do you think you’ll be able to recognize your own hues in 30 years? What about 5? It’s surprising how so many things can happen in such a short span of time, and it seems to pass so quickly.
It’s been a year and a half since I last saw him. At the time I got that call, I was only concerned with myself, and if I was in trouble. That was the first mistake I made. Several minutes before, I was talking about how much I hated him. How much he was weighing down on the family, and how he hadn’t quite found a suitable job. How he always got mad and threw things when he did, and how nobody knew quite what to do with him because he had been suffering from multiple addictions. …show more content…
I just kept going over it. For days on end, all I could do was consider the fact that this person who’s always been in my life had suddenly vanished. That was the second mistake. The next few days before the funeral were blurry. I had taken a break from my mind by enjoying a stay at a nice hotel in Chicago, one which I sadly forget the name