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be warned, it's a fucking rant.
it just so happens, today was my grandpa's wake.
I find wakes to be the single most disturbing thing a group of people can conjugate and participate it; I htink cult behavior [i.e. the sacrificing of both animals, and humans alike and bizzare sexual habits] are less unsettleing than wakes. The fact that a group of people can hang around, casually reminising in hushed tones about a person they took for granted while they were alive, annoys me, and the fact that the said person that was once taken for granted. lays dead, a few feet away freaks me the fuck out. It's like a modified family party, with a corpse in the midst.
and it was also extremely tedious.
I had to make my way through hoards of people I cna't seem to remember for the life of me. But they all seem to remember me... they remember me whan I was "this big" [as they hold there hand somewhere between their knee and waist], and they tell me about some old memory, when I was at their house, or they were at mine, and I am obligated to smile, and nod in some kind of solom agreement. Some memory, that I frankly don't give a fuck about.
maybe I am just too stressed out, of maybe i am a heartless bitch.
whatever.
it just so happens, today was my grandpa's wake.
I find wakes to be the single most disturbing thing a group of people can conjugate and participate it; I htink cult behavior [i.e. the sacrificing of both animals, and humans alike and bizzare sexual habits] are less unsettleing than wakes. The fact that a group of people can hang around, casually reminising in hushed tones about a person they took for granted while they were alive, annoys me, and the fact that the said person that was once taken for granted. lays dead, a few feet away freaks me the fuck out. It's like a modified family party, with a corpse in the midst.
and it was also extremely tedious.
I had to make my way through hoards of people I cna't seem to remember for the life of me. But they all seem to remember me... they remember me whan I was "this big" [as they hold there hand somewhere between their knee and waist], and they tell me about some old memory, when I was at their house, or they were at mine, and I am obligated to smile, and nod in some kind of solom agreement. Some memory, that I frankly don't give a fuck about.
maybe I am just too stressed out, of maybe i am a heartless bitch.
whatever.