Only posting this because
I just posted it elsewhere and I figured it can be my post of the month. Oh yes, there is much to tell about the marathon Christmas and New Year's, but I'm just not up for taking things there right now (especially since I have to pee). Instead I post a simple rant. BORING, maybe. Jus' documenting.
For fuck's sake
I understand the implicit signficance in the statements "I'm dying" or "I'm going to die." I fucking hate these expressions, and not for reasons anybody would guess. I should hate them because they probably mean "I've been diagnosed with cancer" or something equally grave. Regardless, this is not why I fucking hate these combinations of words. Let me tell you why I hate them ...
As far as I can tell, there is a respectable balance between the way this statement ("I'm dying") is intended and understood among modern speakers of English. Regardless, there is another suggestion implicit in this statement about which many speakers of the statement (or listeners thereof) seem to be in complete denial. Namely, it's the fact that WE ARE ALL DYING, MOTHERFUCKERS. I mean, did everybody miss something? Or did I miss something? Sure, things come up that put mortality more into the forefront of our minds and emphasize the immediacy of death (that diagnosis, that bloodwork, that gunshot wound to your butt), but it doesn't necessarily mean that any of us are going to die any sooner or later. Does a recent diagnosis of something "life threatening" confirm it? Do we need confirmation for what, aside from change and the fact that we were born, is perhaps the only absolute in our lives? Maybe I'm old fashioned, but I was always under the impression that life was life-threatening, when done properly.
I state this simply because it's come up a couple of times while sitting in front of the tube or engaging in family discussion recently. To clarify once again, we're all dying. Just thought I'd remind everybody, since I'm the bearer of good news and all. Sure, ignorance to this fact equates with denial and who wants to be reminded that they're slowly dying, right? So delete me (the new "sue me").
In honor of this gross misunderstanding, I declare this "death week" and proclaim that we all walk around and greet each other not with "What's up" or "How's it goin'" but with "I'm dying." Please place your hand firmly on the shoulder of the person with whom you're speaking and look them directly in the eye (painfully) as you do so.
And then we can all remember how to live.
For fuck's sake
I understand the implicit signficance in the statements "I'm dying" or "I'm going to die." I fucking hate these expressions, and not for reasons anybody would guess. I should hate them because they probably mean "I've been diagnosed with cancer" or something equally grave. Regardless, this is not why I fucking hate these combinations of words. Let me tell you why I hate them ...
As far as I can tell, there is a respectable balance between the way this statement ("I'm dying") is intended and understood among modern speakers of English. Regardless, there is another suggestion implicit in this statement about which many speakers of the statement (or listeners thereof) seem to be in complete denial. Namely, it's the fact that WE ARE ALL DYING, MOTHERFUCKERS. I mean, did everybody miss something? Or did I miss something? Sure, things come up that put mortality more into the forefront of our minds and emphasize the immediacy of death (that diagnosis, that bloodwork, that gunshot wound to your butt), but it doesn't necessarily mean that any of us are going to die any sooner or later. Does a recent diagnosis of something "life threatening" confirm it? Do we need confirmation for what, aside from change and the fact that we were born, is perhaps the only absolute in our lives? Maybe I'm old fashioned, but I was always under the impression that life was life-threatening, when done properly.
I state this simply because it's come up a couple of times while sitting in front of the tube or engaging in family discussion recently. To clarify once again, we're all dying. Just thought I'd remind everybody, since I'm the bearer of good news and all. Sure, ignorance to this fact equates with denial and who wants to be reminded that they're slowly dying, right? So delete me (the new "sue me").
In honor of this gross misunderstanding, I declare this "death week" and proclaim that we all walk around and greet each other not with "What's up" or "How's it goin'" but with "I'm dying." Please place your hand firmly on the shoulder of the person with whom you're speaking and look them directly in the eye (painfully) as you do so.
And then we can all remember how to live.