It's funny how some things happen and make you think. Or maybe it's ironic. Do things really happen for a reason? I'm not so sure. All I know is that shit happens, and you learn from it.
Freshman year. I lived in Slusher Wing because of Hypatia. Part of me regrets this because I missed out on AJ, but man, I loved Slusher. I loved those pods. Because of Hypatia, I met the Galileo boys from our seminars and various activities we were required to do. Plus, they purposely tried to group us in the same classes together for study groups and stuff like that. Either way, you made friends and yeah, you had people to do work with, too. So I remember sitting in our god-awful Hypatia/Galileo combined seminar (complete joke), and I met the Galileo boys around me. I forget the one guys name, but I think I've seen him like once since. But I met Sean Logan there. You know, we facebooked, talked online. He was nice. I don't really remember much except for talking to him online. He always had the most interesting quotes/lyrics as his away messages, and I just loved them. I stole a few awhile back. He invited me to a party out in Windsor Hills with him and his friends, so I went. One of the first time really on a bus, first time at Windsor Hills, and one of my first college parties. I witnessed two girls, stripped down in the under-garments making out on a keg. Yeeeah. haha, it was like I was watching a movie or something. I had a few beers, but I was tired and wanted to leave. He left his friends and took the bus back with me, and ended up walking me back to my dorm. I could tell he liked me, and I'm pretty sure he asked me to hang out again sometime. Ugh. I was dumb and was interested in a d-bag. When this nice guy actually liked me. He ended up making me a cd of music he liked. I pretty much just turned him down... all because of this asshole. Whatever. We still talked a bit here and there. After freshman year I didn't really see any of the same people in the dorms anymore. I hung out with mainly band people instead of engineers. Then I started hanging out with Wes again this past semester and I started seeing Sean more. Wes used to hang around the same people Sean did, because he was on my floor. So I would see Sean at bars randomly, say hi... that sorta thing. It was never more, though.
I don't know the details but Sean apparently sustained a major head injury. The damage to his brain is too severe, and he's simply not going to make it. It's just weird. I thought of him everytime I went to Windsor Hills. He was always such a smart-ass, and I remember him making comments about my away messages. I don't know. I feel like it's just one of those cases where he never thought of me, but I'll forever think of him. And it should probably be that way. I was a bitch. Life is funny sometimes. And I know I can be better. I need to be better. If not for me, for Sean, whom I wish I had 4 years building a friendship instead of the months I gave him.
You live. You learn. Never again.
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