… your friends die.
Not in that sudden, unexpected way that your friends die in your teens or twenties, where someone is in the wrong place at the wrong time, or suicidal, or being stupid. But, like, they die of diseases. Like grownups die.
They die of heart attacks or cancer, or other prolonged illnesses that had hints along the way that were ignored. Because of course you’re going to ignore them, because what’s the alternative? Being a total weirdo who runs to the doctor for every little thing? Come on. You want to be normal and like everyone else, and to go out and have fun and be the way you’ve always have. What’s so wrong about that?
Well, nothing. Except that I’m left here, feeling old, and not really sure what to think anymore. Were you an asshole for ignoring it all, or just human? I don’t know. Judging you would make this easier, but that doesn’t seem right, either.