Catatoni A Fictional Narrative

It is important to choose the right friends, good friends can take you wherever you want to go in life, and the wrong friends can be a disastrous decision. A quote from The Pact sums this up nicely, “Friendship can lift you up, strengthen and empower you, or break you down, weaken and defeat you.” (32) This is why it is so important to surround yourself with positive people, and

found a note that I wrote, needless to say, she was not happy it. After she made me read

My heart was pounding as I ran into her closet. I heard the door open and then talking about me. She cried a sob story about how I was a jerk she hated me and how much she liked him. I was angry but felt bad for the guy because he didn't realize she at least two other guys. He said they should find the crowbar to finish off my car. My heart skipped a beat when she said it was in the closet. I

Over four years, I have made, as well as, lost friends. We all need to grow and mature and sometimes others just do not want to follow that path with you and you end up growing apart.

Each of the narratives I have discussed powerfully enact the desire to preserve the memory of who the person living with dementia once was, asserting their dignity and reasserting their value to the societies in which they live through remembering the roles they performed as professionals, family members, and members of groups or communities. However, they also demonstrate how both the person with dementia and their carers can move on, accepting the need to adapt to new roles, and to accept the co-construction of narrative and identity through shared remembering and ongoing forms of "identity practice" (Eakin 20).

I was reminded of her childishness because she really thought of me as her elder sister. Though BC is youngest in her family, she shares a friendly relationship with her family members and the La Viña congregation whom she considers her family. Her perception was based on her experience of not having a boundary within that church family. Since she does not consider it vital to demarcate for herself any boundary between herself and the La Viña congregation, she moves in a familial style with them. Therefore, her concern for FL made sense but it made more sense of her childish attitude toward me because she had forgotten that she was talking to me, who was a PI in that situation and, not only to her elder sister. Dr. Michael P. Nichols mentions about such a boundary. He also mentions the concern about “not to be touched” on seeing the sad face of a child. Knowing that BC has a friendly relationship with her immediate family, I was respectful of helping her learn what it means not to be led astray as mentioned in Proverbs 22:6 “Train children in the right way, and when old, they will not

I sat up shooting her a questioning glare while yawning in the process. "What you doing here?" I finally asked analyzing her in confusion. I know this heifer ain't hop through my window. I lived on the second floor. So how the fuck, my eyes widened in realization when I remembered I had given her my spare key, which I specifically told her to use for emergencies only. I've been wondering why every time I come home from work it look like my nay had been drunk and my bed had been laid in. Now I see. I shook my head at her and rolled my eyes.

She walked down the stairs and into the laundry room, myself just a couple steps behind her. She walked into the laundry room and snatched my glove out of my hands. As I watched her hang it she was quiet and then left the room and went back upstairs.

Throughout your life you will meet many people. You will encounter people everywhere you go, but be careful not everyone is your friend! Some of these people you call your “friend” maybe just using you for something they want to acquire with obtaining your relationship as a friend. The worst type of “friend” on my list is the notorious backstabber.

I swear any human watching would think we were, how do you put it, psychotic? Yeah, that’s what they would think. That’s was close though. We were more closer to insane than anything else.

I don’t understand flakey people. There is nothing redeeming about being an unreliable human being. How hard is it make a plan and stick with it? What in the world does “something came up” even mean? Flakey people are bad enough to deal with, but flakey friends are simply the worst. I don’t have very many unreliable friends, and I am becoming very fed up with the few I do associate myself with. While it is completely illogical, I still give flakey people chance after chance, and I find that I cannot keep doing that—something has to give.

Her voice shrill and incredilous, she told me that she called my boss twenty minutes before and asked that i come home. By the time that I was told, the storm was raging. I shakily told her that i was scared to drive since my car had been messing up, so she offered to come pick me up.

After a while, she began to get annoyed when I asked for clarification of what she was saying and it became a problem between us. Since I was always in such pain, I probably exaggerated the issue more than I should have and she did not seem to have or want to have any understanding of my situation. We therefore, did not have a very good relationship.

When I try to look back to how I used to behave. All I can see is a irresponsible guy who always does the fun thing even if it meant to get in trouble. In school I was not exactly the most popular one, but I had a few friends. Some of them where good influence on me and that is why I keep their friendship to this day, but some or most of them weren 't that much of a good influence and I decided to let them go.

She didn't say anything, she just watched as I turned my back and started walking to Alex’s car.