Hey, hi… uhh Not sure where to start or if it’s even worth to start at all(?) I’m inspired to write by my friend David it’s been almost 3 years since I know him. But he knows me very well. and even though he lives in Moscow and I live in Montreal we tell each other deep thoughts we don’t share with everyone else.
I got a message from him this week on Sunday. I opened the message, It was long and I saved it for later as I had a busy day. Little did I know that would be my source of inspiration. Next thing that same day, I find myself about to sleep, I was reciting Shema Israel and suddenly he messages me saying “No comment at all?” I couldn’t read , my eyes were barely open, I barely said Shema properly with full intention. I was about to turn off my phone and pretend like I never saw his message. I’ll read it tomorrow. Explain him my excuse… he’ll understand.
But I couldn’t.
I understood that my response to that long message was important as he waited the entire day and anticipated my response.
I quickly reached for my phone again lying under my pillow, opened our conversation and read the entire thing.
one…two.. tears started slowing caressing my cheeks.
I care too much about him to ignore him like that.
The tears came from a deep place. This doesn’t happen just like that. in order to feel like that you need some history of the person. And I knew him, David. I personally remember some scenes from the personal story he has wrote and shared with me. Only with me. I can’t write the story but only tell you that I put myself in his shoes to understand his emotions. I loved it. I loved that he has found revealed goodness in is life and that he is able to share it.
I don’t recall being this happy for someone as much as this, at least not lately.
So maybe this is not about me. This is dedicated to David,
Venting about this publicly because I think this is important. (excuse my french in advance (but also who the fuck cares) )
Sunday Night: Pharmacist said he is too scared to renew my prescription, (even though he is 100% allowed to.) He said, “I do not want to renew your prescription because "what if something happens to you, my name will be up there” . What the actual fuck. “The only way ‘your name will be fucking UP THERE’ is if you Don’t give me my prescription and something very damaging can happen to me permanently, God forbid. Since when has my well-being become a political thing? Props to that egotistical Pharmacist for caring about his reputation rather then proper customer service.
Today: I came out of the Pharmasis with a bag of a dozen of my medication for FREE.
Fuck the system. Don’t let the government or anyone get in your way. He was a real chustpaniak, hence my anger. Cheers :)
uhmm maybe because i dont just go for a “tan” … its also fucking pathetic how peple go to a warmer country litterally just to get a tan. I just came back from Florida and yeah it was Hot and sunner but i didnt tan one bit… and i actually dont give a fuck at all. i was doing more productive things than laying there like a dead fish. i remember what it’s like to only tan and yea it looks like and all but c’mmon. i like adventures, hikes, climbing mountains, and even though im not the most athletic person, it’s passion that derives me. do something with your time for someone elese, for yourself. and please fucking please don’t get skin c@ncer.
