Fainting

I fainted yesterday.

I woke up and said "what the fuck just happened", like a lady.

I fainted last summer after riding my bike for 10 hours; that time, I said "always cocacola" when I came to. I was thristy.

That time, I knew I passed out from dehydration; this time, the doctor said I got up to fast. My insurance paid a guy to say that to me. That's the problem with America.

When you tell people you fainted, they usually tell you a story about fainting.

When I was about 12ish, I learned how to make yourself pass out. From then on, my friends and I used to passed out all the time - on street corners, sleep overs. Someone told us a story about a boyplaying the same game and dying, so we stopped. None of us were interested in dying.

My sister fainted once when we were on vacation in Wildwood. I was 13, she was 20. She leaned back on a car and started shaking. I thought she was dancing and was so mortified. "Right now? You're going to do this right now?"

The people in the car got out and told me to call an ambulance. I called my mom instead because she's a nurse. My mom brought her to the dr who said Tara was allergic to the....sun. She passed out from overexposure to an allergen. 17 years later, my sister has son who is also allergic to ridiculous things.

I think fainting is what it must feel like to die; and thats, mad dark.