| | The list is almost complete or incomplete, depends how you view it. I'm surprised, excited, but also sad that people are leaving town for their own endeavours. I saw this coming, but so soon, it kind of caught me off guard. I've been meeting up with people lately, those that are leaving and with those that are still in town. It's a bit different, I guess now we cherish each other's friendship a bit more because you never know when is the next time paths will cross. Encounters that used to be every month will become an infrequent annual rendez-vous. I guess a part of me will go with them to wherever they're headed. I am who I am because of the people surrounding me - my family and friends. Best of luck to them all!
I've had several conversations lately with friends and it's really churning deep inside me that perhaps something is wrong with me. Not in an ill-fated way or a mental way, but just the way I approach things. Sometimes very lackadaisical, other times benign, and finally other times in a way even a kid may have a chuckle over. I don't know what I want sometimes. Sometimes I'm unrealistic. Sometimes I just don't get the message. Sometimes I wait for something that I well know will not come. Sometimes I'm stubborn. Sometimes...Sometimes...Sometimes I chase after a boat that's not even there, when in fact, there's another boat right next to me. But, I keep chasing after that boat. I've messed up many times before and have been ignorant. They must think, "Will, open your damn eyes!!!" or something along the lines of "Wow...I feel awful". I screwed up. I admit it.
Speaking of screwing up. If any of you heard the news or read this article in the star: http://www.thestar.com/News/GTA/article/235225. Absolute screw up, idiot. An alarming rate of 35% of fatal accidents are still attributed by drunk driving. When I saw the newscast, I was just appalled. I used to ride my bike on the streets. I go running on the sidewalks of major streets. Sometimes the luck of the draw can really destroy everything. The irony is that this drunk will be out in a few years, whereas if I was the father, I would rather die. And, the even sicker part is if the drunk was some rich punk belonging to the financial upper-echelon of the city. Sickens me. http://www.thestar.com/News/GTA/article/219249
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