Saturday, February 10, 2007

I'd much rather have the latter.
Of watching a scary movie (In this case "The Messangers") And seeing my friend collapse to the floor, I'd much rather have the latter. In a movie, you're running away to loose something... in this case, I was running towards something so it would not be lost. It seems silly to me now that I hid my eyes behind my left hand throughout half of the movie, seeing only the bottom right-hand corner of the screen, and then watching with wide eyes the horror of my best friend laying on the mall floor, her body shaking, unable to move her neck. She was dehydrated, we later found out while sitting in the hospital waiting room, but at the moment the event took place, it didn't matter what it was. My friend was unable to help herself, she was shaking, in pain and barely able to breathe. Her condition was superficial, but the impact it had on myself and my other friends was not comparable. And now, I realize, security gaurds at malls are, in the nicest way possible... assholes. At least, this one was. Our friend had just collapsed and of course we were going to crowd around her. It's human nature. But yelling and cussing for us to "back off" without asking calmly at first is unacceptable. If you ask me to do something, do it nicely. This younger security gaurd believed that because he had a flashlight, and a walkie talkie, it gave him the power to not only tell us what to do (Which he was fully in the power to do), but to do so in a way that was so overly unsensitive, he didn't even derserve any sort of authority by the way he was acting. So I finally couldn't keep quiet anymore and basically what I said was "you have your (insert bad word here) best friend on the floor, then you can tell me to back up" even though at the point I had already backed up as far as possible without backing up into a table. So the ambulance came and took her to the hospital (My friend Erica rode with her) and me, my friends shannon, matt, mikey and vinnie all went to the hospital to wait and see if she was okay. She was and we ended up staying at the hospital until 1:30 a.m., Jen was released at 3 a.m.



So that was my eventful Friday evening. I'd much rather be forced to watch the most horrifying movies ever made over and over then to ever have to live through the fear of having my best friend, my family, my life be put in danger, no matter how superficial the danger may be. It was the most horrifying thing, and I couldn't look away, I didn't want to because if I did I might not see something, like I was trying to hid away from while watching the movie.

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