Every now and then my mother tells me about the funny conversations she has with the neighbours. There's lots of stupid things. And then there's "interesting" things like today...
She told me that the teenage boy across the street is getting ready to choose his university and career path. And then she tells me that the latest news is that he wants to be...
A paramedic.
=_=
You've got to be kidding me.
Why is she telling me this? Is it really just casual conversation about the ridiculous things that our neighbours do? Or is she trying to see how I react to the word "paramedic"? Does she really think that I've completely forgotten about X? Does she really think that it's over?
It's not. It never will be, until we can have a real conversation about it all. That's the blatant truth.
And of course, (I think) she has absolutely no clue that two months ago she was walking right behind X. Nor does she know that I've been (somewhat) actively trying to contact X behind her back. Nor does she realize that I still care very much.
*sigh*
That aside. This may be a bad thing to say, but I hope that that kid across the street never becomes a medic. I would never entrust my life in his hands. And honestly, how could he possibly do it? He's not fit, nor very bright, nor reliable. And it's absolutely not the high-paying and easy job that they think it is. It's a difficult process, hard work, and dangerous.
And yes, I know I get worked up whenever there's something about medics.
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