Because these have been the most surreal two weeks of my life in recent history...
I'm serious. Unfortunantly, dead serious.
First was the Boston bombings, which everyone already knows. Then it was the plant that exploded in West, TX. Again, something everyone knows.
But then my brother's roommate hangs himself, and my brother is the one to find his body. That one, no one knows about, and I don't really want people to know about it, but I don't know what to do. I'm a method actor, and when I don't know what to do about a situation is to put myself in the other person's shoes and my imagination runs wild and now I see people hanging from the ceiling when I'm trying to fall asleep. And I don't need to be freakin' out because my brother's already freakin' out and I'm trying to supportive and what the hell do I do? I give him space, I give him a shoulder to cry on, and generally allow him as much time with our mom and our sister, because he is closer to those two than me. But I'm also worried about my mom, who is not sleeping and having to drive him back and forth from school because he can't stay alone on campus even though they moved him out of their room already, and my sister, who just had to deal with her own incident when someone who was high on drugs jumped into traffic and she was the driver of the car that hit him second (yeah, the guy died). And I don't know what to do...what do I do? Is there anything else I can do to help them?




