life is short. lets all get naked.
So, this guy in the IT department died last night. He couldn’t have been older than 45. Someone sent out an email telling else all that he had a heart attack. I deleted the email as I do with all the emails about people I don’t know. Three minutes later my boss walks up and says “Allie! Can you believe that about Martin?” I told her I didn’t know who he was. She showed me a picture. Turns out I passed the guy in the halls almost every day. I would give the usually “How are you?” with a fair-weather smile thrown in for sincerity. I started thinking about how many people would be so quick to delete an email telling people that I had died. Not a lot of people know who I am. I stick to my cube most the day and do my work. I only talk to people on my floor and still half of them probably don’t know me. I wouldn’t care if they deleted the email. If they don’t know me it shouldn’t ruin their day that I died. In fact, we only get sad over people dying for selfish reasons. That person is dead and doesn’t know the difference. There is nothing any of us can do to ever alter that. No matter what you believe happens when someone dies, this is the truth. Once dead always dead. Unless, of course, we have found a way to make the zombie revolution come true. But let’s not go there today. We only mourn a person’s death because we will miss them and how their death is effecting us. That person doesn’t care that we are crying. They will never know how many tissues were wasted on the thought of never seeing them again. It’s like breaking up with someone who has already moved on. There is no point to our sorrow and its only out of self-interest that we are showing these emotions. People only care about themselves. Honestly, I see nothing wrong with that. It’s the animal inside of us trying to survive. I’m rambling. I only got two hours of sleep last night. I finished the second season of WEEDS. I hate worry. I hate worrying about situations that I have the power to change yet punk out every time the opportunity arises. Back to cubicle life. I don’t want to be here today.