Happy birthday to one of my favorite people! <3

Happy birthday to one of my favorite people! <3


day five / a song that reminds you of someone

Swim by Jack’s Mannequin

I cannot say that this song reminds me of one particular person. Instead, it reminds me of my group of friends—present and past.

With anyone, regardless of how well I do or do not know them, I am always that person they can talk / vent / rant to or the shoulder they need to fall on. I have always been (and always will be) that person. However, I tend to forget that the role of the proverbial shoulder is reciprocal. I have a tendency of forgetting that my friends are there for me as I for them.

When my dad was admitted into the hospital because of an aneurysm, I fell apart. I was far from my normal self. I spent at least six hours at the hospital every day for that month he was there. The first week was the worst; immediately after the surgery, my dad was admitted into the ICU where he stayed on a respirator. I don’t know if any of you have been face-to-face with a respirator, but those things are fucking terrifying. It’s scary hearing “they aren’t breathing on their own,” but it is even more horrifying seeing that the only reason his chest is rising and falling is because of the compressions in some small box.

Needless to say, I was a wreck. After my classes, I went home to an empty house. Usually, anyway. My friends would come over or call me up to drag me out of the house where I would be left to myself for mental torture. Honestly, I can’t remember much of that month. What I do remember are coffee nights and dinner with my little groups of friends. I remember going to Amelia’s house and cooking pasta, cuddling on the couch, and watching movies. I remember going out with Adam and doing nothing together. I remember arriving late to school every morning and Mrs. Davidson marking me “Tardy Excused.”

Looking back on that month of absolute hell, this song is actually very fitting. Actually, now that I am really thinking about this song, I distinctly remember Matt singing this to me in his car when he picked me up from the hospital. “Swim” just really sums up the relationship I have with my friends.

For me, this song is an eloquent, truly meaningful version of the cliche (but very true) saying “when life throws you lemons, make lemonade.” So, to all of my friends and Mr. McMahon, thank you.