At exactly 6:39pm, Jordyn [???] texted me a photo of a half-eaten corn dog outside of a restaurant.
Upon seeing the corn dog, it is reported that she said, “this is Ava,” took the photos (different angles), and sent them to me.
Are you wondering what this could possibly mean?
Remember my post from forever ago stating that I try to connect whatever I feel to art or music or something of that sort? Well, apparently, I also will do that with a photo of a half-eaten corn dog- Because the moment I saw it, before reading her message, I thought, “oh, this is how I feel.”
I can’t explain this to you, okay? If you know, then you know, and if you don’t? Then well, I guess you don’t.
Here is a photo of said corn dog:
“The universe sent me that corn dog” -Jordyn [???] is quoted as saying. “Or maybe just some kid, but I’m going with the universe on this one.”
If Katy Perry can feel like a plastic bag, then I reserve the right to feel like a discarded, half-eaten corn dog, and no one can stop me.
But really – what I’ve learned over the last week and a half of dealing with death and sadness and all sorts of ick is that apparently everyone and their brother’s girlfriend are going to tell you how to handle grief. Either you’re not doing enough of it, or you need to tone it back. So here is me telling you to feel however you want and don’t listen to those people.
If you feel like a discarded corn dog, then that’s how you feel. Definitely, don’t stay feeling that way for forever, but idk, man, maybe that’s just where you are right now.
Also, you’re a prick if you tell people how to feel about their dad dying, okay? You just are – that’s the rule. Send me hate mail on that one.
Anyway, if this is your corn dog and you want it back, it’s still probably there. The five-second rule has for sure been passed by a lot, but I won’t judge you.
And if you know who did throw this corn dog here, thank them for me. Don’t tell them why you’re thanking them, just do it – then send me some sort of proof so I know it’s been done.
The last two weeks have been my least favorite ones I’ve experienced in the last 21 years of existence. Thank you to the people who have been the best through this mess and have allowed the corn dog feelings to work themselves out. And everyone else can take a walk.
Safe sailing.
-a.ray
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