Gallows Humor
I remember a tiny fragment of a dream I had last night; I was on a "walking tour" of NYC, visiting old Mafia haunts. The one thing I remember clearly is the guide telling the tour group about how a mob boss put out a contract on one of his lieutenants, but the target dropped dead of a heart attack in his own home just before the hit man showed up... so the hit man shot the dead body in a effort to collect his fee. Later, when the hit man got caught & the autopsy proved that he had shot a corpse, the hit man was only charged with a misdemeanor: desecration of a dead body.
I don't know if there ever was a "real world" case like this, though it wouldn't surprise me.
The thing is, while I can see some dark humor in this tale, my mind keeps focusing on the "dark" aspects of it, as opposed to the "humor"; the dream has me thinking & feeling that there is no real justice in this world. And it is *VERY* unsettling... so much so that I find it difficult to concentrate on my job.
Well, I know where most of this is coming from: I stayed up later than I would have liked last night, letting a friend cry on my shoulder over the phone... and they were crying about a lack of justice & fairness in their personal & professional life. I know I helped them just by listening... but there's a part of me that wants to "make the world right", and I can't do shit about what my friend was crying about.
I don't know if there ever was a "real world" case like this, though it wouldn't surprise me.
The thing is, while I can see some dark humor in this tale, my mind keeps focusing on the "dark" aspects of it, as opposed to the "humor"; the dream has me thinking & feeling that there is no real justice in this world. And it is *VERY* unsettling... so much so that I find it difficult to concentrate on my job.
Well, I know where most of this is coming from: I stayed up later than I would have liked last night, letting a friend cry on my shoulder over the phone... and they were crying about a lack of justice & fairness in their personal & professional life. I know I helped them just by listening... but there's a part of me that wants to "make the world right", and I can't do shit about what my friend was crying about.