Did you hear about the guy who won a nice little sum of lottery money in Indiana, then got hit by a truck? What the fuck?
I've noticed as of late that a lot of bad things happen to good people, and it bothers me. For example, one of our friends is a total sweetheart of a girl, yet she's been plagued with ridiculous health problems, her mom had a long fight with cancer, just one thing after another. Our volleyball club's director, who gives more of her self than any person should, recently had a heart attack, has several illigitimate grandchildren (one of which they had to care for for about a year), a suicidal sibling and her husband nearly had a catastrophic job loss.
Steph mentioned last night that perhaps these "good people" go through these things because they're most capable of dealing with them. If that's the case, then I certainly need to be more of a bastard because I can't take shit like that.
When things are going particularly well for me, I can't help but get this feeling that some shit's gonna come down, as if I'm not destined to be free of worry, doubt or tragedy. I'm so cautious about feeling good because I think it's inviting something bad. How screwed up is that?
A friend of mine is going through a difficult time right now, and he brought up an interesting point last night. He said that despite the tough times, those close to him have been supportive and are helping him through it. That's when things clicked in my head. These are people that I would drive 100 miles for and pick them up if they got stranded. I'd do it because that's what friends do, not because I expect something in return. They would likely do the same for me.
"People need people, Steve." -Janet (Bridget Fonda), Singles
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