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It's wierd the way my mind works. What may be extremely sad is merely shocking to me but does not make me sad. I've read all the posts about family dying and can't ever say I've been sad at the funerals. This is because it was their time. For instance my grandfather died on my birthday. I loved the guy but he was old and in bad shape for a while, so it didn't effect me so much. During my freshman year of college I recieved a call from a friend from high school saying that a mutual friend had committed suicide the weekend before. That sucked. Last year when I found out that a good friend in college had a seizure while flying a jet and was subsequently diagnosed with a brain tumor. That was one of the sadder days, mostly because I watched his dream of being an airline pilot disappear only one month from graduation. Things like these however I can't change, so I don't get sad over them. I may be dissappointed, but being sad about it won't change anything. I sorta feel like an asshole for thinking this way though.
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