Would You Rather

39 - WYR: Bronson's tongue or Owen Langley's stunted wayfinding?

FINLEY

12/14

I'm almost done with finals

Dani gets released today

Brodie is in for christmas soon

I haven't thought about Fidan that much

I'm avoiding Nat

Mel and I are going to lunch?

Darius and Bronson haven't spoken to me in three days - i haven't reached out

I might have had a sex dream about Fidan but that doesn't count as thinking about him

It might to some people but i'm not letting it count. Even though it was very graphic. And i may have had to. Solve. Um. some related issues.

Dani's head is a lot better. Concussion was mild if non-existent and misdiagnosed. Her wrist is on the mend but still broken.

Got rejected from UBC

Wiley and Kit are apparently hooking up

Yeah that was weird for everyone else, too.

I've only cried twice today, so that's a record since Dani got hospitalized.

I'm still thinking about that gap year. It's like a piece of corn stuck in my teeth. Can't get it out of my head.

***

"Hey," Mel sits down across from me with her laptop, immediately popping it open on the cafe table across from mine. "How are you feeling about anatomy?"

"Eh," I've been staring blankly at my notes for thirty minutes. "At this point, I'm not really sure how much else I can cram into my brain."

"How's the breakup going?"

I groan, dropping my face into my palms. "It's going fine."

"That's not the look of someone who's going through a good breakup."

"It's way more than that," I sigh, recounting all seven times I've broken down in tears in the last three days. "My sister had an accident a few days ago, the night before my presentation, and so she's been in the hospital up here this whole time, I broke up with Fidan, and I got rejected from my first school."

"Oh, Jesus, are you okay? Do you want to try to reschedule the final?" She reaches across the table, taking one of my hands. "I'd be a wreck."

"I am a wreck."

"Is your sister okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine, just a broken wrist and a little bit of a concussion," I inhale. It's true. She's fine. I can put it out of my mind for the moment.

"And the rejection?"

"Hurts, but I have fifteen more out there, so, just coping."

"If it makes you feel better, I completely fucked up three of my interviews." She gives me a slight smile. "Laughed in one of them because I really didn't know what they were asking, couldn't hear anything they were saying in another, and... yeah. It's not looking good for me. But I'm rolling with it. I gotta just roll with it."

"I think I need to learn how to do that." I tap my pen against the paper I'm looking at. "You're so good at rolling with things."

"Listen," Mel starts. "It's less about controlling the emotions you have about any certain event than it is allowing yourself to have them. I cried like they killed my dog after all three that I fucked up, but hey, I was sad, I'm okay now and I'm just going to see what happens. There's nothing I can do, no point in wallowing in it."