How ironic.
It's funny what life does to you. Things happen that make you wonder if there really is something controlling our lives, whether it be karma or a God figure.
On Wednesday, Pip, Sam and I were sitting on the silver seats of the Year 12 area, waiting for our turn to get an injection as we all have last names that come at the end of the alphabet.
While we were sitting there, we saw one of the girls in our Year crying because she was scared of getting a needle. This brought on the conversation between Pip, Sam and I about who we've seen cry. Pip and I were dubbed as those who people had never seen cry before. Then, people were crowding around this girl, patting her on the back. This caused Pip to make the comment "I don't know why people pat other people on the back when they're upset. What does it do? Nothing. There's no reason for it. I don't want people touching me when I'm upset".
Hours later, after we'd been injected and had several lessons apart, along came Mathematics. I was sitting next to Pip, and about halfway through the lesson I started to feel sick. I was going to throw up. I took a couple of deep breaths, hoping it would go away. But, it didn't. I had to get out of that classroom unless I wanted my evil maths class to be witness to the upchuck of my recess. I told Pip, and she accompanied me to the sick bay.
You don't really need to know the details of what happened there, and I'm sure you don't want to know. But here is where the irony of our earlier conversation comes into it.
I was in extreme pain. Girl problems. You don't need to know. But yes, I was, and my school doesn't supply pain killers or even a heat pack. So I was there, nearly crying. That's the first ironic thing of the day. Pip had never seen me cry. And there she was, witness to it all. The second ironic thing, Pip patted me on the back, when only earlier she was saying how she didn't see the point of it.
How very ironic. ..and...quite..scary. When you think about it. What we talked about never happening in the morning, happened only hours later.
Makes you think.
On Wednesday, Pip, Sam and I were sitting on the silver seats of the Year 12 area, waiting for our turn to get an injection as we all have last names that come at the end of the alphabet.
While we were sitting there, we saw one of the girls in our Year crying because she was scared of getting a needle. This brought on the conversation between Pip, Sam and I about who we've seen cry. Pip and I were dubbed as those who people had never seen cry before. Then, people were crowding around this girl, patting her on the back. This caused Pip to make the comment "I don't know why people pat other people on the back when they're upset. What does it do? Nothing. There's no reason for it. I don't want people touching me when I'm upset".
Hours later, after we'd been injected and had several lessons apart, along came Mathematics. I was sitting next to Pip, and about halfway through the lesson I started to feel sick. I was going to throw up. I took a couple of deep breaths, hoping it would go away. But, it didn't. I had to get out of that classroom unless I wanted my evil maths class to be witness to the upchuck of my recess. I told Pip, and she accompanied me to the sick bay.
You don't really need to know the details of what happened there, and I'm sure you don't want to know. But here is where the irony of our earlier conversation comes into it.
I was in extreme pain. Girl problems. You don't need to know. But yes, I was, and my school doesn't supply pain killers or even a heat pack. So I was there, nearly crying. That's the first ironic thing of the day. Pip had never seen me cry. And there she was, witness to it all. The second ironic thing, Pip patted me on the back, when only earlier she was saying how she didn't see the point of it.
How very ironic. ..and...quite..scary. When you think about it. What we talked about never happening in the morning, happened only hours later.
Makes you think.
School's aren't allowed to supply painkillers.
but with the ironic thing, ot just comes naturally to people, i guess it's meant to make the injured person feel like someone cares. Or something of the sort anyway,
Stef., May 6th, 2007 at 05:32:46pm
very ironic indeed
PaNcAkEs, May 5th, 2007 at 06:24:33am
Yeah thats weird that sorta thing always happens to me. I think the patting on the back thing doesn't help it just sorta shows some one that you're there. Like shows sympathy.
Revol, May 5th, 2007 at 06:12:11am
wow, its weird. ohh, you got those cervical concer ones didnt you??? sorry to be so upfront about it, but i haveto get them this week, do they hurt? whats it like?
Vegemite, May 5th, 2007 at 05:20:20am
Wow, that's creepy!
yeah, it's sort of an instinct type thing. It's something that happens automatically. When you see someone crying you pat them on the back or hug them. Don't know why, it's a strange world :]
dramamine;, May 5th, 2007 at 03:54:18am
I think with the whole rubbing someones back thing is and instinct. Its just a guesture of sympathy. Its like seeing horse groom each other with their teeth, except thats a bonding thing.
that's my opinion anyway.
...and that's a bit silly how your school doen't supply painkillers or heatpacks or anything.
o_o
ZootSuitRiot, May 5th, 2007 at 01:50:43am
wow. that's so weird...it's strange how things like that happen. When ever I say something and I'm sure of it, the complete opposite usually always happens....if that makes sense...for example if I say to my friend "nah me and my mum have a pretty good relationship, we never fight" we'll have a MASSIVE fight that afternoon.
adrea, May 5th, 2007 at 12:44:24am