A long night of talking, a hot shower, and then to bed.

It feels so good to get things off your chest, ugh. Art soon, I hope. Pics from Gasparilla (tomorrow YAY) and some pics of a SUPER FUCKING TOONY suit I'm working on.

So far this week has been interesting. Yesterday in Sociology, we watched a video on "Rites of Passage" about how in some cultures people have to go through extreme rituals and stuff to "become a man/woman." Eventually it lead into old people, and how a family around 80 was doin' well and kickin' fine. One day they went on vacation and the woman had a stroke in the airport out of nowhere. Suddenly she was wheelchair ridden and pretty much immobile, relying on her husband to help her. The family put the two in an old folks home and blah blah, you've all heard these stories before.

Generally, I'm not one to get upset over the thought of growing old. Occasionally it pops into my head and I think "god that would suck" but I don't fester on it because UH, I'm living in the now. When I was younger I used to think "i never want to grow up" and now here I am, fine as ever. I think looking that far forward you're thinking too much into it. Age happens slowly, so I figure once I actually start to GET old it's not like I'll have suddenly jumped from 19 to 70, so why bother getting upset over it now?

But it still bothered me for some reason.. For the rest of the day, kind of. Not so much about myself getting old, but thinking about my grandmother or my mom getting that old. Hell, I came home to my dad on the computer (who I haven't seen in like.. 2 months, mind you) with thinning, greyish hair. It was just a weird day.

So then today as I'm riding the bus home, we make the usual stop at the grocery store and an old man falls over in the street as he's walking towards the bus. A younger guy helped him up and lead him to the bus where he came up the steps slowly and just kinda stood there, shaking a little. The bus driver asked him if he was okay and he nodded, but she didn't buy it. She asked to hold his stuff so he could sit down or something and no sooner did he slump forward and start shaking; a seizure, I guess. Some more guys on the bus helped him into a seat where he was pretty much blacked out until an ambulance came.

I started getting panic-y as they were asking him if he was okay (im really weird about paramedics and emergency situations) but THANK GOD, I didn't pass out or anything.

Anyways, it's just crazy to think how something so small can alter your life so quickly at that age, and it kinda makes me want to just.. go off and die when I get to be too old. AGH, I'm really not trying to think too much about it, but good lord life, COULD YOU SHOVE SOME MORE OLD PEOPLE IN MY FACE?

Watch how quickly the tables turn.

DO HO I CAN BE CRYPTIC TOO!

An art and picture post will be coming soon :3