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A twist of the morbid
Jul. 6th, 2009 09:39 pmSo, on Saturday night, I stayed in while David and two of his housemates went to Stay Beautiful, and when they came back, one of said housemate had bougt a girl back with him (who, coinecedently, was a long-term friend of one of David's other housemates). And on Saturday morning, this girl and I bumped into each other doing our makeup in the bathroom mirror, and we had a nice chat; she was talkative and lively, all tattoos and corset black beehive hair.
And then, this morninmg, she died. A combination of meningitus and swine-flu apparently. She might have had some MDMA in her system, which wouldn't of helped matters, but no-one knows for sure at this point if she did.
It's surreal to think that I can meet someone and they seem, almost litterally, "full of life". And yes, I know I only met her once, but I enjoyed her company, and told the housemate to invite her over more often- she seemed lovely and i wanted to be her friend. And then, 24 hours later, that sould had gone; she was only a shell, a husk, empty.
Death is something I think about a lot; mortality and its consequences are a big, big issue for me. It's a jolt to see life turn to nothingness within such a short space of time. I can't imagine what it must be like for those close to her. It must have been a total shock, out of the blue.
It's odd- people are always saying that life should be lived to the full, that we should go out, socalize, and enjoy ourselves, especially in our youth. And while I generally agree with this sentiment, part of me wonders that if she had stayed in on Saturday and had a good night's sleep and and a good meal instead, she might- might- still be alive.
Hmm.
And then, this morninmg, she died. A combination of meningitus and swine-flu apparently. She might have had some MDMA in her system, which wouldn't of helped matters, but no-one knows for sure at this point if she did.
It's surreal to think that I can meet someone and they seem, almost litterally, "full of life". And yes, I know I only met her once, but I enjoyed her company, and told the housemate to invite her over more often- she seemed lovely and i wanted to be her friend. And then, 24 hours later, that sould had gone; she was only a shell, a husk, empty.
Death is something I think about a lot; mortality and its consequences are a big, big issue for me. It's a jolt to see life turn to nothingness within such a short space of time. I can't imagine what it must be like for those close to her. It must have been a total shock, out of the blue.
It's odd- people are always saying that life should be lived to the full, that we should go out, socalize, and enjoy ourselves, especially in our youth. And while I generally agree with this sentiment, part of me wonders that if she had stayed in on Saturday and had a good night's sleep and and a good meal instead, she might- might- still be alive.
Hmm.
