life has a funny way of helping you out

This weekend has me feeling like the universe is totally messing with me. You know when you get frustrated because nothing seems to be going in your favor the way you want it? For me at the moment I'm referring to men. I am seriously amazed at what complete and utter morons they can be. Friday night I spent the night over at a friend's and we went out to a bar/lounge in Venice. All was cool and well until some guy standing near us wiped his friggen nose on my head or something. I was like "what the hell are you doing?" Then a bit later as I was walking by, some guy tried to knock the clip out of my hair. I turned around and was all "dude, what the hell?" And he came towards me as if to hug me so i pushed his hands away and walked off. I felt like I was on a playground at a grammar school where the boys pester and annoy the girls they like. I tried to dance on the dance floor but the guys were a little too touchy feely and annoying, until one guy, Robert, who just got back from the Marines, stepped in and fended off the creeps. Finally, I was able to dance normally with someone that respected my space. THAT is exactly what i'm looking for - someone that respects me and makes me feel safe.

The next day as we were heading to lunch, my sister calls and tells me she just talked to our parents and that my grandfather had passed away on wednesday. I spoke with my dad this morning and he said my grandpa was going to the store just down and accross the street from where he lives and my parents have their business. So my grandpa leaves his place and exits the front gate and walks down the street.. as he was crossing the street (somewhat jaywalking) a truck comes barreling down the road and hits him.. carries him like 30 meters, and stops right back in front of the gate. Nobody from my family was there at the time, but one of the neighbors heard something crazy outside and called my dad to come right away. They took my grandpa to the hospital where he was struggling for his life until the next morning when he officially passed away. I was thinking of staying over at my friends another night, but thought it best to be home and see my sister.
Death is a sad, but inevatable part of life.. and all I can do is remember my grandpa as the gentle sweet man he was, who would come and walk me home from elementary school in his house slippers. RIP Dragan Rujevic.. da ti sledeci zivot bude pun radosti, zdravlje, i milosti.