Cracking of the Skull

My eyes are feeling a bit heavy at the moment. And I have to get down to studying. I have yesterday and today's work to catch up on. Though I did do some yesterday.

My weekend thus far has been pretty packed and I've actually gotten some stuff done. And the working on quitting smoking is going pretty well. I think.

Friday night I went to my bud's house. We watched part of the Flyers game together and ordered a little food. I have to admit, I chatted mostly and didn't actually get into the game. We did speak of the band wagon peeps we know. I don't want to be one of them this time around. Yes, I have been guilty of it in the past and probably will be in the future as well. We lost that game anyway so... it wouldn't have been the best time for me to go jumping onto any wagons successfully. Afterwards I went to a comedy show and met up with a new friend of mine and her cousin. While standing outside of the place waiting for her I called another friend of mine and bitched about my quitting smoking. I have to admit I've gotten a comment or two from people who were never heavy smokers, usually pretty much just social smokers and they simply don't understand the challenge that quitting presents. Yes, they have quit also but if you weren't a daily smoker or you didn't smoke much, it's not going to be quite as hard to quit. I have been smoking steadily since I was 14. Completely regularly since I was 17. Heavily since I was 18. These comments from people who don't smoke all that much kind of bug me. Please, just let me find my own way. Don't tell me how I should do it, everyone's quitting style is going to be slightly different because everyone is different and because everyone's reason for smoking is also different.

So, I'm standing outside of the comedy club, in a doorway to a restaurant I had once eaten at but it was now shut down. Honestly, the restaurant was not good so I know exactly why it didn't succeed and stay open. Though it did provide me with my first experience with creme brulee so I shall tip my hat to it once. Just once.

There were smokers out front of the building and one of them made their way past me to look at what was going on across the street. Why is that guy laying on the ground? I asked the question out loud to my friend on the phone and at that moment, he was being helped up by two other men. My friend on the phone became panicked. "Don't touch him!" I kind of chuckled because there was no chance that was going to happen anyway. As the man made his way to his feet, the blood on the sidewalk became very clear. And the woman who came over to watch (who turned out to be the headliner for the comedy show... who'd a thunk it?) made a comment about how she had heard his head hit the pavement from where she was standing. He had been thrown out of the building he was laying in front of. Luckily, he was drunk so he probably wasn't feeling the pain so much. However, if he wasn't drunk he probably never would have been thrown out of the place to begin with. Either way, it was strange to see. And I was grateful that those other two men stopped to help him. An ambulance did get there within just a few minutes.

Recently I read somewhere (though I don't remember where) that children today are growing up in a loveless society. Is this true? I think it very well may be. And that's scary, people. I guess I will do all I can to help change that but I don't know that I can do much. Those two men who helped the drunk were loving. They cared about this guy. I have no idea why he was thrown out of the building but I'm pretty sure it had something to do with his alcohol level. And that kind of scares me in and of itself. He was drunk... really drunk... was it because he's hurting about something? (Though it is possible that he was drinking for simply just the fun of it, I recognize this...) And if he is hurting about something, doesn't anyone care enough to talk to him about what's going wrong in his life? Or is this the reason for why things are going wrong? And maybe in some way he did need a massive bump on the head to wake him up. Maybe he was acting like a total asshole inside the establishment. Maybe... no matter what... I am still glad there were two men to help him. At least at that moment someone cared and in some small way someone loved.