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Writer's Block: Firsts 
6th-Jul-2009 09:18 pm
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What was the subject title of your first-ever LJ entry?


First entry was posted September 13th, 2001, a little after midnight. Subject was "The Past Few Days"

As you can guess by the date, it mainly centered around the events of 9/11 and my reaction to it. Much like everyone else's entries that I found using the random function.

Actually, re-reading that post brought back a few memories. If you all will forgive me for "waxing poetic", as some people would call it, I recall being fairly annoyed at people who used a really massive tragedy to further their own agendas instead of mourning the loss of human life. I've had problems with this at several points in my life. Like when I attended WSU's candlelight vigil for Matthew Shepherd and listened to whomever was in charge of Lambda Union at the time go one for several minutes about his relatively minor bashing incident. I'm sorry, having people call you a fag outside a bar really isn't quite as bad as being tied to a fence post and left to die of exposure. Mourn the dead, use his death to bring good out of an act of evil. Or encourage people to shop to make up for 19 people ramming planes into skyscrapers;. Or writing chain e-mails talking about how we need to seal the rip in the astral plane opened by the explosion.

Maybe I'm just funny about death and mourning. I realize everyone mourns differently, but it still saddens me that we spend weeks tearing hairshirts over the death of a superstar, and yet no one cares about the less famous deaths... people who die that no one seemed to care about in life. Like the librarian who committed suicide a few years back. I realized I'd been riding the bus with the guy for about 3 months and never even said a word to him. Maybe I could have done something, maybe I wouldn't have made a difference. But I didn't even try.

Jacko dies, the entire world cries. A good man dies, no one cares.

Everyone deserves to be mourned and remembered even a little bit.

Life to me doesn't have a monetary value. I think it's more important that hen we die, we have fulfilled our purpose, found a little bliss somewhere along the line. He who dies with the most toys, still dies.

Dear lord, I got way off topic. Sorry.
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7th-Jul-2009 04:02 am (UTC)
I have to say, I'm way more upset over a friend's pet dying than I am Jacko. Or the nice lady that sold bird toys at the bird expo our club runs. Or the kid in the paper killed by a drive-by. or... well, you get the picture.
7th-Jul-2009 03:14 pm (UTC)
I was just having a discussion about this not long ago. I don't understand mourning celebs more than mourning any other person. My view is slightly different than yours, and since we are waxing poetic here I will share a bit.

First, with so many deaths in the world each day it is impossible to mourn every one, so, more often than not I don't spend much time paying attention to who has died unless they have a direct link to me. As in, I have to have known them on a personal level.

Second, while on the topic of death and mourning, I am extremely different than most and don't understand mourning. I've had close friends die at young ages over stupid things. Just a couple years ago I lost my 2 year old nephew. I don't mourn. I view death a bit differently. I celebrate the persons life and remember them for what they were. I view death as the final adventure of life, and in a way I am jealous (not that I want to die) that they are able to fully understand what happens beyond death, if it is something as simple as you cease to exist and are nothing more than worm food, or if there is some afterlife. Because of this I find death awkward being around a bunch of people who can't let go, people who truly grieve. That has never been me and because of that it is awkward and difficult to deal with people who can not deal with death as I do.
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