Tuesday, June 14, 2011

This Crazy Thing Called Life

Has so much ever happened to you in such a short period of time that it feels like you're floating through a dream?
Yeah? Well me too.

I need to get all these thoughts out of my head because they're threatening to kill me.

Here goes:
It all started last week, on Monday, which was also my birthday, June 6.

My lovely friends put together a surprise dinner for me. They're great.
Then after, we just wanted to do what kids do, so we decided to break in to the country club.
People had beer, we were just sitting around talking.
I made the decision to not drink that night, I just didn't feel right about it.
One of the guys that I like came.. and it was just a good night.
Until one of the guys that was there got on his motorcycle after having a few too many beers.
One of my other friends got into his car and they were going to race.
I told him before he ever left that he didn't need to drive..
He insisted he was fine.
I should have taken his keys..

They left and from the pool I could hear how fast he was going.
I heard him switch gears.
And then I heard the loudest sound I've ever heard in my life.
It's still ringing through my ears..
I've never ran so fast in my life.

The guy I like got in his truck, along with me and two others (who hadn't been drinking, by the way)
and floored it down the road.
We got there and his bike was shredded about 50 yards down the road.
I thought for sure he would be dead.
But he was sitting in the other guy's car while the others went to check out the bike.

I went over to talk to him, to slap him, to yell at him.
I couldn't do any of that.
All I could manage was to choke out sobs about how I shouldn't have let him leave and he could have died.
I couldn't breathe.
I was so scared.
The entire right side of his body was just meat and blood.
Thankfully, he didn't hit is head or break anything.
I know that if he had landed differently he would surely be dead.

I later learned he crashed going 120mph,

God was watching over him.

As if that isn't bad enough..
The next day, I was laying out at the same pool we had broken into the night before with some friends, and I got the weirdest phone call of my life.

My dad called to say he had bad news. He told me not to react so people wouldn't be suspicious. He told me to just listen.
He proceeded to tell me that my sister was pregnant.
My 19-year-old unwedded sister was pregnant.

All I could manage to do was get up and go to the bathroom.
He seemed pretty calm about it. He was heartbroken. He was dissapointed. But calm.

I ended the phone call and walked back outside.
Immediately when my three friends saw me, they rushed to me.
I took them back to the bathroom, checked that it was empty.
Blake said, "Anna, you look like you're about to throw up."
I said, "I think I might pass out."
Whitney stood by me with her arm around my waist to help me stand.
I broke down sobbing uncontrollable tears as they stood there looking scared.
I choked out the words, "Emily's pregnant."
and I immediately felt all three of their hands on me. Hugging me.

They all looked as dumbfounded as I felt.

I still can't believe it.
But I'm gonna be an Aunt.
Aunty Ann.
Kinda catchy.

And now I feel a little heartbroken.
Only because the guy that I like so much has a girlfriend.
I know...
He's falling for me.
Because we're perfect for eachother.
And he's unhappy in his relationship.
And I KNOW that's no excuse. At all.
We make eachother happy.
I can tell him anything.
I just wish he would make a decision.

But I know things aren't always as they appear.
It's easier to say than do.

So I think I'm going to tell him that I like him, he makes me laugh, he gives me butterflies,
but I'm not gonna sit around and wait while he's sitting idle with his girlfriend.
I'm gonna look for other people.
Because believe it or not, I'm not a homewrecker.

Whew.. wish me luck.
This won't be easy.

I'm sorry for the long post.
For those of you who stayed around till the end, Thank you Thank you for listening. Or enduring. Whatever.

And I know there are many of you out there that can empathize with me.

Also, sorry for the extended absence.

Love you all.


Bouncin' Barb said...

Wow, your friend is incredibly lucky and I sure hope he got scared straight. How stupid was that? As for your sister, well that will require some support regardless of whether she keeps it. And good for you on the guy you like. He's playing games. Good post. You're a bright and level headed young person.

Symdaddy said...

Your friend prob'ly had some good quality leather gear on that protected his ass. God wouldn't (shouldn't) have let him start his bike!

Annabelle said...

He was wearing basketball shorts, a cut-off tshirt and flip-flops.