I feel like he gets me. We all fall into this category at one point or another. Except for I fall into it like 50 million times every day. Last night on twitter, one kid asked me who I was and I got real for a sec and said I was still trying to figure that out. For all we know, I could be that kid's best friend in disguise. I also feel like you could apply this situation to anyone. That kid that's been your best friend since before you were born, could not be your best friend after all. All it takes is a big something to find out who's really there for you. Before I got in my accident, Asher Puriri was my best friend, and after, she wasn't. I still love her, but it just wasn't the same. Now she's off being an Aggie with all of her rugby friends. She graduated from high school the year before I did, with the class I should have been in. It takes something like that to find out who your friends are.
On another subject, I've made it pretty clear that, even if I could go back and do the day of my accident over, I probably wouldn't do a thing different, right? I was trying to tell my mom that last night, and she proceeded to lecture me about how I "need to stop telling myself that because, while it may seem like no biggie to you, how do I think it affected me and the family?" Like okay mom, while you were sleeping in your own bed, I was in some weird-ass Posey bed, which wasn't that comfy, and had me zipped in like I was some sort of circus animal that they had to keep from hurting others and/or myself. You and the family were the last thing on my mind. Relearning to walk was no cake walk either. Like define "no biggie" for me, mom, cause I don't even think you know what that means. If I knew then that I'd get T-boned, get a TBI, shatter my pelvis and break my tib/fib, maybe I'd do things a little different, but I wouldn't make it so I didn't learn.