"Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you"

*my apologies to those who subscribe via googlereader. it is likely now obvious that I don't proofread until after I've already posted

So ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife is not ironic, but Alanis was certainly right about one thing; life certainly does have a funny way of sneaking up on you. More than anything the last few weeks have been proof of that. In the span of two weeks, I was pregnant...then I wasn't, my grandfather went into the hospital...and passed away less than a week later, I reunited with a high school friend...and found out that same night another had ended his own life. A few years ago I wrote a silly essay about my first kiss. You can find an introduction HERE and the essay HERE. Should you decide to read it, please keep in mind it is a draft. In light of recent events a lot of people have been Googling (or Yahooing I guess but let's get real, who even uses Yahoo?) this young man's name and of the three results the top two hits are links to my blog, both are to my essay.
An anonymous commenter left the information I imagine most of those searchers were looking for:

Anonymous said...
sorry to inform you of this... nick padesky has just passed away... his wake will be held on monday july 19th at krouss funeral home 7pm its on hempstead tpke on the corner of sherrer blvd... i wish i could say that this was a cruel joke but unfortunatly it is the horrible truth... your story was a good reminder of how funny nick was.. so "smooth" lol he will be missed...

I would probably go if I hadn't just left New York last night.

He made me hate this song: http://tinysong.com/q55I for a long time (if you've read "Dream On" and heard me tell other stories it's obvious why) but I heard it on the radio while I was out driving Sunday morning and was struck by how sad and beautiful it is, the lyrics possessing an eerie resonance they never had until now.

This may seem strange (perhaps even ironic in a Morissetteian kind of way) but somehow all the madness of the last few months have gotten me thinking about getting on Facebook again. Perhaps my rational thought is impaired by a touch of PTSD? Do you have any compelling arguments one way or the other? I promise if you give me some advice I won't make you wait so long for another post.