tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130292629574477585.post8322179157395832398..comments2023-06-12T11:51:53.932-04:00Comments on life is a science experiment: My GhostAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07081558215651271966noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130292629574477585.post-19643725308785958782012-11-17T23:04:53.943-04:002012-11-17T23:04:53.943-04:00thank you katy. the moment. nobody can take that...thank you katy. the moment. nobody can take that moment away from me but me. i won't do it. i'll honour her.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07081558215651271966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130292629574477585.post-32818768861122772412012-11-17T23:04:07.207-04:002012-11-17T23:04:07.207-04:00i don't mind if i go searching for her, but th...i don't mind if i go searching for her, but this time, she sought me. very uncomfortable.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07081558215651271966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130292629574477585.post-48212197954485831232012-11-17T21:16:58.280-04:002012-11-17T21:16:58.280-04:00Some things are just... moments.
And I think we a...Some things are just... moments.<br /><br />And I think we always sort of know it at the time. We might not like the idea - and it takes ME years to acknowledge it - but eventually I will see it and say it.<br /><br />It was a moment. And that was great. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16323871207793126503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130292629574477585.post-83774905793287861332012-11-17T18:03:03.033-04:002012-11-17T18:03:03.033-04:00Amazing post. I have come face to face with my gh...Amazing post. I have come face to face with my ghost on occasion. It can be very disconcerting.Kevin Routhhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14398496675452201388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130292629574477585.post-44995054060182809482012-11-17T03:51:23.891-04:002012-11-17T03:51:23.891-04:00gratitude. i'm grateful that you get it. you...gratitude. i'm grateful that you get it. you get it.<br /><br />i love my life so much. i was spared. somehow, i get to continue and live a beautiful life.<br /><br />i won't take it for granted and i won't let life pass me by. happiness is way too important having been given this 2nd chance.<br /><br />i'm taking it and running with it. that girl from the past gets to ride on my coat tails. she gets to come along for the ride :)<br /><br />xoxoAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07081558215651271966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130292629574477585.post-61607325460564733842012-11-16T21:34:31.434-04:002012-11-16T21:34:31.434-04:00Life is what happens when you're busy making o...Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans. <br /><br />Andrea - I so. fucking. get this. <br /><br />When my friends and I were in the horrid accident that changed our lives - the accident we all should have died in - according to H's father who was a coroner and saw the wreckage the next day.<br /><br />When I held my T-shirt to my passed out friend's head coz it was split open, blood everywhere - I didn't freakout.<br /><br />In the hospital when my adrenaline wore off and the body pain was full on - I didn't cry.<br /><br />When I dragged myself - literally dragged my legs along the floor - to use the bathroom to piss blood, I still didn't cry.<br /><br />When I had to drop out from getting my doctorate - I held it together.<br /><br />But the day I had to personally go into the office - for the Gay Games - to resign from team Vancouver - the moment they told me - even though I had prepaid - that I could no longer have my uniform - I broke and cried like hell.<br /><br />It wasn't till years later - when my head started working again - I figured out why I lost it that day.<br /><br />All the shit doctors, therapists, lawyers had said to me for months- about my injuries and prognosis - didn't compute. I didn't get it <br />- until I heard that desk clerk say "Only the athletes who are competing can have uniforms."<br /><br />I couldn't compete. I wasn't an athlete. I was no longer "me".<br /><br />I totally get how awesome it feels to be at that point where you've overcome all your teenage shit. When you feel like you're succeeding on your own terms. invincible. The future is bright. You're happy. Living joy.<br /><br />And whatever it is that represents this freedom, this elation, this confirmation of your selfworth- in a sudden second - isn't. It's Gone. Over. Finito.<br /><br />you can't relate. no reference. zero explanations. no answers. <br />When you ask -<br />What now? Who am I?<br /><br />(crickets chirping)<br /><br />Till you start to reinvent yourself.<br /><br /> Funniest feeling is the first time you have a gratitude moment. Grateful for that awful accident? - yes and definately crazy now.<br /><br />That moment where you catch yourself because you've realized - if it wasn't for your accident - you wouldn't be doing this - this new different thing you're doing and actually happy to be.<br /><br />When you know and actually believe it again - believe your life is where it's supposed to be - and you're going to be much much better than OK.<br /><br />Love to you<br /> Yer pal <br />Huck.<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com