~*~ Having to witness *while rolling my ass off mind yoo* a straight friend of mine hold his knife
against my bestest friends *who is gay* throat while threatening his life. This all happened cuz my friend who is gay was drunk as fuk and kept on licking my other friends neck. Granted my gay friend was outa line but he deffinately did not deserve to get his life toyed with. I seriously f'reals thought that there was going to be blood shed that night. Whut happened is something that I will never ever forget.
~*~ Having to witness another friend of mine get jumped by three black girls inna king soopers parking lot. Now this wasa fucked up situation. We were in line and there was this black lady in front of us who turned around and glanced at my friend as if she knew her. My friend *who is black as well* opened her fucking mouth like she always does and responded to this lady's innocent
glance by yelling
*WHAT THA FUK YOO LOOKING AT*. Brilliant huh? Needless to say the lady left
the store but was actually waiting outside with three of her homegirls. The mintute my friend and I stepped outside it was throw down city. Only they didnt want a piece of me, they only wanted her. I was actually surprised how well my friend stood her ground considering it was three on one. She didnt even lose her footing. The fight ended up getting broke up by a king soopers security guard who heard all the comotion. End result, my friends shirt ended up getting torn to shreds and she had a few scratches on her arm n face. The reason why I would consider this to be one of my scariest moments is because I felt at the time that MY life was put in danger all because my friend decided to open her mouth. I was lucky in that they wanted her and not me *yeah yeah imma wuss who just so happens to hate violence*.
~*~ The day I found out that a plane crashed that I was supposed to be on. I even had the tickets for the flight and everything. Asa matter of fact I STILL to this day have the ticket. The only reason I was not on that plane was because of my horse that I owned at the time. My horse had fallen ill and I decided to stay home and tend to him and take a later flight instead. Had I not made that decision I seriously doubt that I'd be sitting here all comfy responding to this post. Rather, I believe that I would be six feet under.
So yeah, inna strange twisted kinda way my horse saved my life *grins*. Oh and just in case your wondering, YES I am terrified to fly. BLAH!
~*~ Finding out that my uncle had schizophrenia. I say had because my family just recently lost him to suicide. Considering I am a psychology major in college I have learned enuff about the disease my uncle had to know that it can be passed
on genetically. This scares the fuk outa me. Cant believe im saying this but there have been times that I, as well as others, have had to question my mental well being. Sometimes I cant help but wonder if I have some similiar symptoms *such as racing thoughts and thinking out loud* that he had before he ended his life. If only he was still
around I would make it a point to ask him if my symptoms sounded at all familiar to him.
