Ukrainian boi
Just felt like throwing something out there for my guy
Got an old friend I’ve known since middle school, when I beat the crap out of him. I’ve toned down on beating the crap out of him since then. We play games together. Random crap for awhile, then mostly this one game called League of Legends. He started sending me memes through iMessage a few years back, him and his other friends just memeing the crap out of each other, and then him sending me the choicest ones. He started sending me a bunch of depression memes about a year ago, probably because he’s killing himself trying to get through pre-med. He’ll probably be fine, I have faith in my guy.
He told me that his grandma had pancreatic cancer a couple months ago. I wasn’t sure how to take it, and I think he didn’t know either. He just kind of slipped it in there between memes about something or other. She got really bad the past two weeks or so, and she ended up dying last Thursday. He told me about it, between memes and jokes and whatnot. Judging by what he’s told me, he’s been separating himself from his family for the most part. Busy with class, don’t you know. Pre-med is no joke. Not to mention the mood in the house is complete shit. Apparently productivity in that house has dropped to zero. His mom’s mom is the one with cancer, so she’s been spending a ton of time at the hospital. Same for his sister, and grandpa. No clue about the dad.
He didn’t even know when she finally keeled over. His mom called him the day after, in the late afternoon or something. Told me she wanted him to go to the viewing, and the funeral. Sunday and Monday. Said he didn’t really wanna go to the viewing because some extended family would be there and there were some people he didn’t like. I like to think I convinced him to go: “Idk man I think you should go.” He ended up going. Said it was a good viewing. I don’t really know what that meant, or how to respond. He also told me that when he went to order pizza, the delivery guy at the store was a friend of his dad’s. When he and his dad showed up to order pizza in their funeral suits, the delivery guy apparently turned around and yelled “See this is how ukranian dress everyday, not like you lazy greek bums.” Fucking gold.
I’m a little worried about the guy. I can’t say I’m keeping an eye on him, ‘cuz I can only really see what he sends me. He seems really disconnected from it all. I know he’s been feeling it, that grandma of his had a real presence in the house. He called her his second mom. But I don’t wanna tell him to act like he cares or some sentimental bullshit like that. He’s in pre-med, he knows the survival rate for pancreatic cancer. He told me what it was when he found out she had it. He’s doing what he thinks is best, as everyone does. I just don’t know what to tell him. I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Who am I writing for? Him? He’s not going to see this. You? And who are you? What are you doing here anyways?
Me? … yeah, I’m writing this for me. I have no clue what I’m getting out of it though. I dunno. I’m just.. sitting here. I still got 3 posts to write in the next hour and a half, and I gotta get my pills down before I get my wisdom teeth pulled tomorrow morning. I don’t even know if I feel better having gotten all this down. I dunno. Got a headache, and staring at text with bright white background isn’t helping. Fuck.