A few days ago, this girl at my school died. I didn’t know her, but I’ve come to find out that she ran track and cross country. I personally know the teacher that ran both, he’s my chemistry teacher and a damn cool guy, so after hearing about it I thought about him. Anyway, that’s not the point. The point has something more to do with how people are acting. In general, the death of someone I know doesn’t greatly affect me. We went to the same school, I had heard her name before, but after looking in my yearbook, she didn’t look overly familiar, maybe once or twice in the hallway.
So, I’m talking to some friends of mine, they’re like “Did you hear about katherine evans?” Yes, I did. “Wow, isn’t that sad?” Not really, I never met her. It sucks she’s dead, but whatever. Not a big deal. I go on to see that not only does this person think it’s a big deal, despite never knowing, talking too this person, however it’s suddenly a great tragedy that she’s dead.
Kristin Miller, a moderate friend of mine: katharine, i wish i hadve known you better than i did. i will always regret that. you are beautiful."
I know Kristin. While she’s mostly pretty enjoyable, fun to look at and hang out with, she isn’t the nicest of people or most thoughtful. To me, this spells a big, fat bullshit ego orgasm. Somebody needed to be stroked.
Laura Johns, a better friend of mine than Kristin: “God bless Katharine Evans”.
Why? Because she’s dead? I’m pretty sure Laura never knew her much either (If I’m wrong, then whatever, but I’m pretty sure I’m right).
What this tells me is that people, when someone dies, are generally full of shit. To me, it just sounds like these people need to make themselves feel better (and knowing those two, I’m pretty sure). As a general advocater that people are full of absolute shit, I rest my case.