Monday, April 13

Edward Hopper, 1927

There is a lot to be said for facing reality. So many problems are caused by people who go about their lives, living in a constant state of delusion. These people tend to bug the crap out of me. They either don't see the immediate danger waving its arms right in front of them, screaming their name at the top of its lungs, or they just pretend not to get it. There is a lot to be said for people who don't get it. They haven't been hurt enough to identify hurt before it happens. They haven't been sick enough to take every cough, every head ace too seriously. They haven't seen enough people die to believe a doctor who tells them death is going to pay them a visit.

And while it is handy to see that danger is coming so that you can take the next available exit, I liked things better when we were pretending that my friend was not about to die. I liked how I felt when I woke up this morning. Before I spoke with my friend who confided that it all just kind of hit her last night. This was really it. I don't know what it was about last night that made it real for her. I don't know why it was last night and not February when her doctor told her there was really nothing they could do about the cancer spots in her brain. All I know is that even though I thought she was being delusional when we would talk about fighting this thing, I liked that a lot more than the conversation we just shared.

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