Monday, 7 April 2008
monday rant.
I generally like mondays. And I know that goes against the song and the grain and whatever the hell else, but i generally do. But today, I went along with the other ewes. My muscles are tense because I didn't sleep well because i've been having really horrible nightmares. They're actually pretty creative, so in a way, i'm at least happy that my mind still has the ability to be creative, even though it's not in a useful way. I have to go to a funeral tomorrow. I hate funerals. But everytime someone I know dies, I have to go. I mean, even if there's the option of not going, i feel like I Have To go, because, I mean, I knew that person. They were once important to me. Funerals suck. Not only for the obvious reason, but also because they're generally congregations of people sipping tea, having quiet, respectful conversations, not really wanting to be there. When I die, I want to be burried in a cardboard box, and if there's a funeral, happy music must be played. Think new orleans. If you know what I mean. If I die anytime soon - let my family know, okay? Not sure how you're going to do that, but you'll figure out a way. I have to go. Reality calls. I wish I had call-waiting.
# posted by Hil : Monday, April 07, 2008
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when my uncle died, my aunt started taking photos at the wake because "its not often we're altogether...now SMILE!"
That was shit
That was shit
when i was a freshman in high school, right at the start of term, i went to the funeral of the younger brother of a friend of mine... he was in 6th grade, which puts him at about 11 or 12 years old, i figure, and he just had something burst inside his head on his walk to school; he fell into bushes by the sidewalk, away from the street, and by the time he was discovered, it was far too late to have any hope of saving him... i never knew the boy, just his sister, but the thing was, their father never cried during the open casket ceremony... my friend, the boy's sister, had to make funeral arrangements and such, since the boy died in the states, and their parents, who are korean, didn't speak any english... after knowing what she had to go through, arranging for a burial plot and funeral for her 11 or 12 year old brother, and witnessing the father being strong for his wife and daughter, funerals have taken on much of a different meaning for me, and even the funerals of family members don't strike such a chord as that one memory of the death of a child from 8 or so years ago... i don't really know that this is relevant to your having to go to the funeral of a friend, but it's the first memory my mind went to when i read this entry, so i thought it worthwhile to share... also, i just turned 22 yesterday, and can enjoy my birthday since it's the only thing i know that's been significant on that day... my mother, unfortunately, lost her own mother (my grandma) on her (my mother's) birthday, and she hasn't been able to celebrate her birthday for years... i'm not saying any of this to evoke sympathy, just to sort of put things in perspective, and tell you to enjoy your birthday when it comes, because between the funerals and all the downers life will throw at you, you're alive, and your birthday comes only once a year, so you should enjoy it; make sure you go out of your way to see people you love or even like, regardless of excuses they throw at you... birthdays are a good excuse to see people and be happy, so be sure to take full advantage of it ^_^
~mike
~mike
Whether you think it had anything to do with what I said, or not, I think it did.
Nice to see you again, mike.
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Nice to see you again, mike.
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