the other day i realized something.
i don't really know how to put it exactly, but basically,

i'm sheltered.
just watch:

1.) i've never taken more than 5 drugs.
2.) i've never been in a real fight.
3.) i've never witnessed true sexism.
4.) i've never witnessed poverty.
5.) i've only been well off financially.
and most importantly:
6.) i've never had anyone close to me die.

my grandmother died last spring break.
wow. so she survived the Holocaust. that's cool? i hardly knew the woman. she only lived all the way across the Atlantic Ocean.
my grandfather on my mom's side died like two years ago or something.
i don't even remember when. and i didn't know him.
all of my grandparents are dead. did i really know any of them? no.
do i miss any of them? no.
this sounds bad, but do i honestly care? absolutely not.

and that's it.
no friends.
no family members actually close to me.
not even a friend of a friend that i know well.

a couple of weeks ago i was in a ginourmous game of fugitive one friday night.
it was great. :D
and i was with a group that was in a car.
and we drove through the cemetery.
C and A rolled down their windows and just started pointing out all these graves of people they all knew.
.....
what?
i've only been IN a cemetery like 4 times in my life. not even.
and...what?
that was the first time i really realized that i don't know anybody dead.
that was the first time i actually felt kind of left out of a conversation about dead people.



and then March 13th, 2008.
i know A had a friend that died that day. don't know how. don't need to know how.
i just know that somebody close died.
the funeral was march 17th, or st. patrick's day.

and, okay. that's great?
sucks for her. it's not like i killed him, right?

but that's not even the point.
like, no. i'm not sad about it. i didn't know the kid. i'm not sorry for her either.
i sound like a horrible person but it's just how i work. sorry.
and that isn't even the point.
i'm just...sheltered.
i've never known anybody that's died.
it's not like i'm wanting one of my friends to die now or anything.
but..i don't even know.

it's weird.
 
   

 


 
 
andreaglover on
Re: the difference between march 13th and march 17th
You're lucky though.  Sometimes being sheltered is a good thing.  I'd do anything to have my innocence and naivety about life back.  I'm honored to be in your blog though.  =]
beccsaloser on
Re: the difference between march 13th and march 17th
sure.
but that's not the point.
i haven't experienced like, anything.
and it's annoying. not to mention embarrassing at times too.

i dunno.
like i said.
it's just weird for me.
shiny on
Re: the difference between march 13th and march 17th
Yeah. It is weird.

I didn't have anyone I really knew die until I was in college.  I've had friends whose parents had died, but I never met the parent because it wasn't a really close friend.  Hell, my first grandparent died when I was 24! I, too, didn't know how to react to death because I hadn't seen it.

In the almost 12 years since, I've seen the rest of my grandparents as well as one parent die. I've also had closer friends who have lost parents -- and one of them lost a child.  People treat death in very different ways, and that's okay. It's also okay if the way that you're reacting now changes several times through your life.

So -- yeah. There's not anything wrong with you.

-- S
shiny on
Re: the difference between march 13th and march 17th
One more thing I want to add since we're both Jewish: the Jewish death/mourning process is pretty cathartic and psychologically spot on, in my opinion. The notion that once a close relative dies you get to circumvent pretty much every circumstance of life and mitzvot in order to get ready for the funeral, the notion of a burial in a plain, pine box (or even less if you're in Israel), and the Shiva and Shloshim periods after the burial where you're supposed to not care about how you look, and people are out there to comfort you and help you back into the real world progressively -- all of these were very helpful for me to manage through the grieving process.

I hope you don't have to go through anything like this for a long time, but if you do keep in mind that it's a pretty good system.

-- S
beccsaloser on
Re: the difference between march 13th and march 17th
yeah the Shiva.
my mom wanted me and my sisters to do some stuff for my grandma.
but i honestly just couldn't care less.
and just to make it worse, it happened during my Spring Break so all i could do is go to track practice at 9 am and then nothing because we weren't allowed to leave our house.
the worst part of my grandmother dying is being bored. that's it.

and it's not that i think there's anything really wrong with me.
i just kinda feel a little left behind.
not that i want someone to die.
i just don't know how to help any of my friends that are dealing with it because i've never dealt with it.
it's kind of annoying.

 
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