ramble: musings: morbid
do you ever think about what would happen if you ever died? not, in the sense, as to who would show up to your funeral or how it would happen. but rather, in this modern-day technology-driven internet-centric world we live in? what would happen to our facebook?
as a person who grew up abroad, traveling the world, i think about it sometimes. those people i knew back in germany when i was only in middle school who i friended. would they continue to comment on my wall, little remarks about how they'd thought of me, asking to meet up since they were in the area. what happens to all those connections you've made throughout your lifetime, who weren't close enough to be among the top fifty who get an invitation to your funeral?
and your cell phone contacts. who calls them? your parents? siblings? friends? somebody who gets forced to make all those awkward phone calls, letting them know what happened? or does somebody just...cancel your service. end it there. so that months later when somebody digs up your number and tries to call, they're met with a disembodied computer voice informing them that "this number is no longer in service"?
plus. i mean, obviously all of us are a little more internet-centric then most. we post fanfiction for other like minded individuals to read. not that i'm saying your friends aren't fans, but some of us don't share our fun with our real life people. i don't. and the reason i'm on this morbid little tirade is because a fanfiction author i like hasn't updated her homepage since august, when she said she would, and randomly somebody commented "i hope everythings okay in your life, i'm worried". and suddenly it was like i was hit in the face. because christ that person could be dead. they could.
and what about my boyfriend? he's in london right now, being a chef, and my parents don't even know we got back together. my mom says he's too tall and she always gets protective because of how we broke up the first time around. so who would tell him? not my family. they probably wouldn't even think to let him know. they time the last time we saw each other was new years eve 2010. now it's 2011 and i still haven't worked up the nerve to inform them that i flew over to see him in london last summer and that we're back together.
god, actually, i know what would happen. i'd die. my parents would get it together that they would start calling people. my mom would call my best friend's mom (who would tell stewart? my mom? her mom?). and than stewart, my best friend of almost four years, would have to be the one to tell colin. would she call him? fucking skype with him?
i'm so bloody morbid. apologies world. i'm going to go read some fluff.
as a person who grew up abroad, traveling the world, i think about it sometimes. those people i knew back in germany when i was only in middle school who i friended. would they continue to comment on my wall, little remarks about how they'd thought of me, asking to meet up since they were in the area. what happens to all those connections you've made throughout your lifetime, who weren't close enough to be among the top fifty who get an invitation to your funeral?
and your cell phone contacts. who calls them? your parents? siblings? friends? somebody who gets forced to make all those awkward phone calls, letting them know what happened? or does somebody just...cancel your service. end it there. so that months later when somebody digs up your number and tries to call, they're met with a disembodied computer voice informing them that "this number is no longer in service"?
plus. i mean, obviously all of us are a little more internet-centric then most. we post fanfiction for other like minded individuals to read. not that i'm saying your friends aren't fans, but some of us don't share our fun with our real life people. i don't. and the reason i'm on this morbid little tirade is because a fanfiction author i like hasn't updated her homepage since august, when she said she would, and randomly somebody commented "i hope everythings okay in your life, i'm worried". and suddenly it was like i was hit in the face. because christ that person could be dead. they could.
and what about my boyfriend? he's in london right now, being a chef, and my parents don't even know we got back together. my mom says he's too tall and she always gets protective because of how we broke up the first time around. so who would tell him? not my family. they probably wouldn't even think to let him know. they time the last time we saw each other was new years eve 2010. now it's 2011 and i still haven't worked up the nerve to inform them that i flew over to see him in london last summer and that we're back together.
god, actually, i know what would happen. i'd die. my parents would get it together that they would start calling people. my mom would call my best friend's mom (who would tell stewart? my mom? her mom?). and than stewart, my best friend of almost four years, would have to be the one to tell colin. would she call him? fucking skype with him?
i'm so bloody morbid. apologies world. i'm going to go read some fluff.