Im kinda weird. I never cry immediately with situations like pet deaths, or family member deaths, or family members in some medical life threading condition i.e. stroke, heart attack, cancer diagnosis.
It takes me about 3 days, then it all sinks in.
Its like I haver this 3-day buffer.
But initially, I tend to look at every cry-able situation logically, analyze, and always believe in the positive side. Like if someone dies that was suffering, we think at least they are no longer suffering.
But after a few days, reality hits hard.
Especially with the death of a pet and that everyday joy you later realize is forever gone.
A huge void.
I've been accused of being cold hearted because I don't break down immediately.
Or tried to think positive thoughts after tragedy.
But my grieving can last a lifetime, and that is what I never show people.
For instance just today, I was summoned to a court deposition about an attempted break-in at my home last year. Some guy unknown to me drove all the way from Florida just to smash in a window trying to break into my house. And he used a "gun" to hack away at the window glass.
I still don't know why, and I don't know what the cops ever found out from this guy as to why.
Then that same day this guy went on a local crime spree robbing one person at gun point in a parking lot, and then robbed a convenience store. That was all after he just gave up trying to gain entrance to my house. I don't think he even knew anyone was home.
I was on the phone to 911 most all this time until he suddenly just gave up, got back into his car, and drove away.
I have security cams all around the property and pulled the video off the recorder to give to the cops.
He was finally caught and arrested later that same day outside the convenience store he had robbed.
After he was caught, I went in and talked to the detective assigned to the case and handed over the cam video, then I never heard anything for months and figured it was all over as far as I was concerned.
So last week I get an order to appear at this deposition ordered by "his" attorney.
So apparently he is pleading not guilty? And after all these mounts?
So yesterday I was sitting there in this very small room inside the courthouse, waiting for this deposition thing to start, and suddenly down the hall I see a cop approaching with this guy "the criminal" dressed in white and green stripes with handcuffed hands, arms, ankles. The criminal was shuffling along in front of this well armed cop.
The criminal in chains, the accused, walked right by in front of me and this was a really small room, and he glanced directly over at me.
Then with everyone seated at a large table in an adjoining room, I was asked questions about last years incident.
The accused sat there looking down at the floor, never looking up, nervously fiddling with his handcuff chain.
I think, well ay least it appeared to me, that he was very embarrassed about facing me and hearing my telling of the story about what happened that day last year.
We all, his attorney, the cop, the prosecutor, the lady recording the deposition, me, we all talk about him as if he wasn't there, in the third person as they say.
He just looked down the whole time.
I don't know why, but I started feeling extremely sorry for this guy with him having a life ending up as it did.
I don't know... maybe it was the stripes or the leg chains.
I mean, he was fairly young light skinned Hispanic, healthy looking, appeared to look fairly intelligent.
But he reminded of one of those poor suffering dogs you see in those animal abuse commercials on TV. Locked up tight in their cage and looking so hopeless.
Or maybe it was just sitting there in the same room with him as if we could have been co-workers or neighbors or sharing a bus seat.
Didn't look threatening at all, despite his striped uniform and chains, everyone in the room was totally relaxed.
I just thought, what a waste of a life.
The prosecutor had told me earlier that he hoped to lock this guy up for a long long time.
But I don't know... I just thought of all the poor folks with devastating handicaps where they are confined for life to a wheelchair, or those little kids suffering in the cancer wards at hospitals, all the people suffering that only wish they had the chance for health and to live a normal happy life.
And here was this guy in chains that had it all physically, had his health, the freedom from handicapped and mental disability, and here was this guy in chains that probably will spend most of his remaining existence behind bars.
That really made me want to cry.
And for me to have that feeling/reaction was a total unexpected shock.
It was like I was witnessing a senseless death of sorts.
And there was no reason for it, for this guy to have wasted his life away for whatever reason when so many others would give anything for just one more chance at health.
Something that the guy in chains took for granted.
But that I could have cried over. The loss and ones self destruction.
Wow. Maybe Im Gay????
