I am a believer in the Golden Year. When you turn the age of your birth date. My golden year started Sunday, the 25th. I have been looking forward to this year probably since I was 22. I want a good year, and the last six months I have made changes that will help 25 be great.
So far, it's fucking weird.
On Saturday, I went out to celebrate my birthday. I had also snowshoed up a mountain that day, so I didn't have much interest in drinking. I just wanted to dance and have fun. My friend E (who had joined on the snowshoeing adventure) and I went to get some food then drinks. All was well, and we went to a local bar that is very gay/lesbian friendly because they have dancing and one of her international students/friends was there. We were having a good time, but the DJ was playing the oddest mix of music. He'd focus primarily on the 70s and 80s, then would play half of a current song to get the crowd all jazzed just to drop them back down.
While dancing, I noticed a guy wearing a sparkly, red party hat. I told E I wanted the hat, mostly kidding. She said "I'll get you the hat" and walked up to him. It was his birthday as well and he told her I could wear the hat if I took a picture with him. I said yes. I walked over and his friend wished me a happy birthday, and I said thanks, and this guy looked at me and was just so genuinely happy and nice, He said, "you can have it, we just have to take a picture!!" Then he was trying to unlock his phone, and had a Lana Del Ray background, said something about how I look like her (I really don't, but that's okay) and we took a snapchat and he posted it to his story. I gave him the hat back and told him I just wanted to wear it for a second and he kissed me on the cheek and said "It's your night, have a good birthday!" That was that.
After midnight hit, E and I left since we were exhausted. We stopped by the clock tower to see it all lit up for the Seahawks and then I went home and slept for 5 hours. That itself is pretty fricken weird for me. I don't ever function on 5 hours of sleep. Especially after doing something physical the day before. My day was chill and I went to my parents to celebrate my and my brother's birthday and watch the Probowl. I was watching the news and apparently someone had driven off an on ramp to a bridge, and died. The area could best be described as a steep hill right off of a main street where there are fences and such. I thought it was weird someone had died downtown the night I went out and vaguely wondered if I had seen them.
Then I had Monday off for my job and had just a normal sort of quiet day.
Tuesday went back to work and that was all fine, and only some minor annoyances with people after. I was reading the news app, and the story said that the man from the crash had been identified and the official cause of death was "traumatic dismemberment." I was wondering how traumatic dismemberment was different from regular dismemberment so I voice searched traumatic dismemberment. DON'T EVER DO THAT. My phone responded with "Here are pictures of traumatic dismemberment." I'll leave those results up to your imagination.
That night, I had a horrendous dream about people being murdered. After the second or third murder, I realized that they kept occurring outside of places I was. I was the common link, and it lead to me having a stalker who wanted to murder me but was unable to, so he murdered other women to show me. I woke up, breathing heavily. It was hard to get back to sleep. My dog wanted to go out and I refused to go outside. She jumped back into bed and eventually I calmed down and fell back asleep.
At work today, I was talking to the gals about my traumatic dismemberment surprise, and told them about the accident. I looked at the man's obituary, and slowly but surely it dawned on me... I had seen that face. It was the guy who shared his party hat. I wanted to be sure, so I went to his facebook memorial page, and sure enough, someone had posted his snapchats from that night on there. There I was, with him. This man, whom I had never met before that night, and never expected to see again. Yet I was one of the last people to see him. We took that photo literally only hours before he died. Odder yet, he was also out celebrating his Golden birthday.. 24 on the 24th.
I honestly don't fully know how to feel about it. I feel horrible for his family and friends. The warmth and kindness he showed me was greatly appreciated. I texted E and she said "I know. Turns out he was one of my student's best friends."
Thoughts of this have lingered with me all day. I still felt creeped out by my dream, and paranoid. I had something to do tonight so I took my dog to my parent's house. On my way back from picking her up, I saw a lost dog. This dog was on a windy, narrow road in the dark and fog. I had to stop. I turned around, and was trying to get the dog to come to me. It was standing in the middle of the road, and a car had to stop, so I ran and just picked the dog up. The guy in the car yelled "Yours?" "No..." "You got it?" "I guess so...." Since I had my dog in the car, I wasn't totally sure how this was going to go. So the guy stopped, and he called the owner. They made plans to meet at a parking lot at the top of the hill. I got back in my car and decided to go to the meeting place just to make sure the dog got back with the owner and keep the guy company in case it took a while.
The owner was already there, and the guy who took the dog told him I was the one who found him. The owner came over, said thank you, and gave me a bottle of wine. The dog was 12 and his son was feeling horrible because the dog slipped past him. She had been out free for 5 hours. I am so glad I stopped to help, but I still feel like I am in a daze. Today has been bizarre. At least I got some wine?
I can't qualify what I am feeling right now. I just wanted to write this so I apologize if it isn't very well organized. I just wanted my thoughts out so I could look back and remember.
So far, it's fucking weird.
On Saturday, I went out to celebrate my birthday. I had also snowshoed up a mountain that day, so I didn't have much interest in drinking. I just wanted to dance and have fun. My friend E (who had joined on the snowshoeing adventure) and I went to get some food then drinks. All was well, and we went to a local bar that is very gay/lesbian friendly because they have dancing and one of her international students/friends was there. We were having a good time, but the DJ was playing the oddest mix of music. He'd focus primarily on the 70s and 80s, then would play half of a current song to get the crowd all jazzed just to drop them back down.
While dancing, I noticed a guy wearing a sparkly, red party hat. I told E I wanted the hat, mostly kidding. She said "I'll get you the hat" and walked up to him. It was his birthday as well and he told her I could wear the hat if I took a picture with him. I said yes. I walked over and his friend wished me a happy birthday, and I said thanks, and this guy looked at me and was just so genuinely happy and nice, He said, "you can have it, we just have to take a picture!!" Then he was trying to unlock his phone, and had a Lana Del Ray background, said something about how I look like her (I really don't, but that's okay) and we took a snapchat and he posted it to his story. I gave him the hat back and told him I just wanted to wear it for a second and he kissed me on the cheek and said "It's your night, have a good birthday!" That was that.
After midnight hit, E and I left since we were exhausted. We stopped by the clock tower to see it all lit up for the Seahawks and then I went home and slept for 5 hours. That itself is pretty fricken weird for me. I don't ever function on 5 hours of sleep. Especially after doing something physical the day before. My day was chill and I went to my parents to celebrate my and my brother's birthday and watch the Probowl. I was watching the news and apparently someone had driven off an on ramp to a bridge, and died. The area could best be described as a steep hill right off of a main street where there are fences and such. I thought it was weird someone had died downtown the night I went out and vaguely wondered if I had seen them.
Then I had Monday off for my job and had just a normal sort of quiet day.
Tuesday went back to work and that was all fine, and only some minor annoyances with people after. I was reading the news app, and the story said that the man from the crash had been identified and the official cause of death was "traumatic dismemberment." I was wondering how traumatic dismemberment was different from regular dismemberment so I voice searched traumatic dismemberment. DON'T EVER DO THAT. My phone responded with "Here are pictures of traumatic dismemberment." I'll leave those results up to your imagination.
That night, I had a horrendous dream about people being murdered. After the second or third murder, I realized that they kept occurring outside of places I was. I was the common link, and it lead to me having a stalker who wanted to murder me but was unable to, so he murdered other women to show me. I woke up, breathing heavily. It was hard to get back to sleep. My dog wanted to go out and I refused to go outside. She jumped back into bed and eventually I calmed down and fell back asleep.
At work today, I was talking to the gals about my traumatic dismemberment surprise, and told them about the accident. I looked at the man's obituary, and slowly but surely it dawned on me... I had seen that face. It was the guy who shared his party hat. I wanted to be sure, so I went to his facebook memorial page, and sure enough, someone had posted his snapchats from that night on there. There I was, with him. This man, whom I had never met before that night, and never expected to see again. Yet I was one of the last people to see him. We took that photo literally only hours before he died. Odder yet, he was also out celebrating his Golden birthday.. 24 on the 24th.
I honestly don't fully know how to feel about it. I feel horrible for his family and friends. The warmth and kindness he showed me was greatly appreciated. I texted E and she said "I know. Turns out he was one of my student's best friends."
Thoughts of this have lingered with me all day. I still felt creeped out by my dream, and paranoid. I had something to do tonight so I took my dog to my parent's house. On my way back from picking her up, I saw a lost dog. This dog was on a windy, narrow road in the dark and fog. I had to stop. I turned around, and was trying to get the dog to come to me. It was standing in the middle of the road, and a car had to stop, so I ran and just picked the dog up. The guy in the car yelled "Yours?" "No..." "You got it?" "I guess so...." Since I had my dog in the car, I wasn't totally sure how this was going to go. So the guy stopped, and he called the owner. They made plans to meet at a parking lot at the top of the hill. I got back in my car and decided to go to the meeting place just to make sure the dog got back with the owner and keep the guy company in case it took a while.
The owner was already there, and the guy who took the dog told him I was the one who found him. The owner came over, said thank you, and gave me a bottle of wine. The dog was 12 and his son was feeling horrible because the dog slipped past him. She had been out free for 5 hours. I am so glad I stopped to help, but I still feel like I am in a daze. Today has been bizarre. At least I got some wine?
I can't qualify what I am feeling right now. I just wanted to write this so I apologize if it isn't very well organized. I just wanted my thoughts out so I could look back and remember.
