An Off Night

Tonight was a bit of an off night, I thought. First of all, Denis (Lorraine's grandson) came over and told us that Lorraine got a couple of seizures today and she had to stay in the hospital. It was quite unexpected for me because Lorraine always seems so alive and full of positive energy; not someone who would get random seizures. Apparently this one was rather serious, and it got her family pretty worried. Maxime cried quite a bit after hearing the news, and most of us are just in a state of solemness. For me, it reminds me of a story that a classmate told me in high school. Her dad worked in a styrofoam factory and his job is to cut giant blocks of styrofoam at anywhere from 20 feet to 50 feet tall. One day her dad went to work as per usual, and that night he never returned home again. He had an accident while working and he fell 30 something feet from above. His head landed first and it was pretty much instant death. Now I know Lorraine's case is nothing pessismistic like my classmate's tragic story, but both are similar in a sense that no one knows what tomorrow brings. Because really, who would have thought that my classmate's dad would be gone just like that, or Lorraine would have a serious seizure when she was fine the day before? Oh well, at least Lorraine will recover, but I guess it's a bit of a wakeup call for life, isn't it? Another thing - Stephen tonight just confronted me about something. He thought that I was being abrasive in the way I talked to him (and other people too I think), but more importantly I was distancing myself from the group and not participanting or mingling with the group (although I think that line was more from Cynthia, who joined in with Stephen's confrontation, haha). Honestly, I don't know what he meant by me being abrasive, except maybe perhaps I am feeling very comfortable with him. But I agree with the distance thing, because that is something I have been doing. But that's only because I have always been independent, and my need for personal space increases as I grew up. I like doing things on my own, and I find when living in a group situation like this, personal space is especially important in order for you to claim your sanity (not that things are super insane in the group, but you know what I mean). It does suck when pretty much every little thing you do here is picked up in a snap. I guess these are things that I will sleep on tonight