Poor Harding...

Poor Shawn. He's having one hell of a day it seems.

He took some sort of tests today, for what I still don't know. Apparently, having failed one test, whoever is making him take them all automatically failed him from all the others, because it appears to them that Shawn doesn't care about them anyways.
It must be work-related tests, since Shawn mentioned that his moms' boyfriend, who he works with, tried sticking up for Shawn, asking for him to get a second chance at the tests. Now Shawn is getting lectured about it at work from the guy.

He recieved a text from his friend Brenan (No 'D' in the name). Apparently Brenan no longer wants to move out with Shawn, so now Shawn is in a bad mood.

He says that by now he was in a very bad mood, close to losing his cool at work.
There's a type of container called a 'Sea-Can', and it's a big rectangular metal box used to ship cargo by boat across the ocean. Well, Shawn tried closing one that was really rusty and hard to move, and slammed his finger so bad in the doors that he possibly broke the top of his finger. Ouch.
On top of that injury, his mom and her boyfriend are lecturing him about being careless and upset at work.

After a 45 minute lecture about that from his mom, his moms' oldest child called her up with some bad news.
Shawn's Uncle is dying, from what or why I don't know, butright now his stress levels are to the max.

He tried calling me earlier, but I'm not good at comforting people, so I backed out of the phone call. I was busy doing things after all, but still, I felt kind of bad just hanging up so quickly and saying goodbye so readily.
I apologize Shawn, but there really is nothing I can do to make you feel better. I'm a kind of guy who is usually full of angst and depression: I certainly can't help you feel better!
I passed the message on to Jamie, for her to call him if she could. She got kind of an upset look to her face, and told me that she wasn't good at comforting people. Isn't that what I said about myself? So, I don't know if she's e-mailing him, texting him, or choosing not to reply at this time. I have no idea, but, I did pass on the message.

Oh, I'll also have to clarify some info that I told her. When Shawn called me, it sounded like his uncle had already died. Now it seems he's dyING, not dead.
How long he has to live, or even if he IS still alive, I don't know. Shawn has to tell me, next time he can talk.

Me, coming from a huge family stock, have already been to a few funerals, even acting as a Palbearer at one of them. I have a detatched view on death, seeing it as a normal, almost desirable, stage of a well-lived or extremely hard life. Losing someone you care about upsets me, true, but I grieve in a different way. I regret not having more moments, and failing to do this or that, but I get over it, accepting the loss with more insight and wisdom.
For me to calmly tell someone that it's okay that their loved-one is dying or dead...
O_o
Yeah... I can say it easily enough, and feel it even easier, but the damage my own words can have on others is amazingly profound. Hence the years of silence I've had.

I am sorry for your hardships Shawn, and your imminent loss. But life doesn't end for the rest of us, and the only loss is if you don't glean some insight or understanding from all of this mess.
I suggest you look at your life from a bigger picture, like watching yourself from a giant T.V. camera in the sky. Explore your hardships and feelings, and try to see what smallest possible change could be made that would begin to affect your life in a better way.
That's where I'd focus: it'll help you move through the chaos that you're feeling right now, give you a sense of purpose, and perhaps distract yourself long enough for you to ease yourself through the grief in your life.

Good night Shawn, and other peoples. Keep your chin up.