Joseph
I think there are times in life when things feel a bit too real. Times where you are fully, inescapably caught up in the moment, and you become swept up in your surroundings. I find this occurs when I’m either really enjoying myself and having the best time (i.e. concerts, holidays, days out with friends, etc.), and I lament the end of the moment in real time, or when things are falling apart, and the present is unavoidable. Sometimes, I am able to dissociate and disconnect my feelings from the goings-on in my life as a way of protection and self-preservation. In the times when things become almost uncanny, however, that is not possible. You have to ride out the discomfort and grief. Two days ago, the latter was true, and I found myself caught in a moment of inescapable surrealism. My grandpa, who means the world and more to me, was found dead in his garage. We had only just lost my gran 4 months ago. The grief for her was still being processed, the raw f...
