The following is a departure from the generally mediocre comedy that this blog strives for...
I found out today that my college roommate died, leaving behind 2 little kids and a wife. I hadn't spoken to him since graduation. Truth be told, I hated him and thought he was an asshole. But today, I find myself so incredibly sad about it and I can't figure out why. I'm not in a dramatic state. This entry is a baby step for me. I still hate him. And while it's simply part of life, sometimes life can be really hard. I find it's not helpful to play "what if" games and I'm not questioning my life. I just think it's kinda funny that while I really fuckin' hated him, I'm sad he's gone... even though we never would've spoken.
And that's my swift kick in the ass!
