frat kills pledge
ok - not really. they didn't kill him, in the traditional sense. in fact, killing him was probably redundant. i'm wondering, besides the pulse, how alive this kid really was. i'm talking, actual brain activity. call it insensitive, call it offensive, call it accurate - but this kid just didn't make the cut. you see, in the game of life, not everyone gets to play. you have to make the team. somehow, this kid slipped through and was on the roster. granted, it took 19 years, but he finally got cut. im suddenly wondering how someone could be so "unequipped", and still manage to keep themselves alive for so long. im suddenly wondering, can i get in trouble for this? i mean--- like, real trouble.
Hmm... let me toss out a disclaimer here. if you're easily offended (im feeling sorry for you) i think you should go read another blog. this isnt for you. you take life way too seriously-- please leave. honestly. i'm kicking you out. get out of my home. i probably dont like you.
there - that feels better. it looks, now, like i can say whatever i want. which is sure to be just an illusion.
back to bones, kiddies. so no one is sure how this kid died. personally, i think its a cut-and-dry case of suicide. we're all committing suicide; some people faster than others. some people do it over many many years, and dont die til they're 80. then there are the "over-achiever" types who rush to it as fast as they can. this kid in particular - he sprinted to the finish. 19 years old -- thats just..... inconvinient. for those of us who are on the 80 year plan, it would be less than ideal to drink oneself to death at 19. am i right? you there, the person reading this--- am i right? i'm thinking, you would probably wanna live to be 80 or older. right? i think, you probably wouldnt drink yourself to death at a fraternity house (then again, i dont know how you get your kicks) but im only saying. does it kill you, how well i know you? does it?
think of this as a game. the goal is NOT to kill yourself at 19. who just lost? raise your hands.....
ya know, i'm 22, so i've already accomplished SOMETHING. I've already beaten at least one other person. I think im allowed to talk some trash. i think ive earned it. i mean, really. but that's just me, and i could be wrong. maybe it IS wrong to pick on the departed. but people talk smack on stiffs all the time, dont they? seriously, maybe we're all just a little arrogant about these sort of things. "sure, i'm ugly, fat, stupid, and smelly--but I'm alive." eat it! SNAP! i hear it all the time. the living taking jabs at the not-so-living. is it wrong? whats the etiquette here? obviously i dont know. i missed that lesson. the spoon goes with the knife, and the forks all go on the other side. you stand when a lady enters the room. (and when she gets up to leave) these things i know--ive got it. but what about UNkind words for my peeps sleeping in the morgue? does anyone know? let me suggest to you---- there's a grace period. its like a statute of limitations, only inverted. lay it down, flip it and reverse it.... less than or equal to one week=only praise. "he killed himself masterfully -- what a standout!" (if you dont have anything nice to say, dont say anything at all) greater than a week but less than a month=you can question the dead. you can say "maybe he wasn't such a nice guy. maybe he didn't have his shit together... i mean, he's the one that's dead--not us" greater than a month but less than a year=assign responsibility. "he killed himself, plain and simple. it could happen to anyone, he was a good kid. but, im sorry, he did it to himself" greater than a year but less than eternity=honesty. "he was a moron. i dont need to go on about it, but i want to, and we're past the 1 year mark, so i can. what kind of idiot drinks himself to death? ive drank a lot in my day, but im still here, thankyouverymuch. how much exactly do you have to drink, to die?! this is an important issue, and this kid knows the answer. but he's not around to tell anyone, so he accomplished nothing. what good does it do me if he has the answer but he's unable to speak?"
so that's my break-down. i like it. i think it works. i have more to say but im hungry.
how long has it been? just a few days.....
To the family and friends of the deceased; I am so sorry for your loss. He died so...... young. I am sorry. I don't know what to say. Nothing will ease your suffering.
these things happen,
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Hmm... let me toss out a disclaimer here. if you're easily offended (im feeling sorry for you) i think you should go read another blog. this isnt for you. you take life way too seriously-- please leave. honestly. i'm kicking you out. get out of my home. i probably dont like you.
there - that feels better. it looks, now, like i can say whatever i want. which is sure to be just an illusion.
back to bones, kiddies. so no one is sure how this kid died. personally, i think its a cut-and-dry case of suicide. we're all committing suicide; some people faster than others. some people do it over many many years, and dont die til they're 80. then there are the "over-achiever" types who rush to it as fast as they can. this kid in particular - he sprinted to the finish. 19 years old -- thats just..... inconvinient. for those of us who are on the 80 year plan, it would be less than ideal to drink oneself to death at 19. am i right? you there, the person reading this--- am i right? i'm thinking, you would probably wanna live to be 80 or older. right? i think, you probably wouldnt drink yourself to death at a fraternity house (then again, i dont know how you get your kicks) but im only saying. does it kill you, how well i know you? does it?
think of this as a game. the goal is NOT to kill yourself at 19. who just lost? raise your hands.....
ya know, i'm 22, so i've already accomplished SOMETHING. I've already beaten at least one other person. I think im allowed to talk some trash. i think ive earned it. i mean, really. but that's just me, and i could be wrong. maybe it IS wrong to pick on the departed. but people talk smack on stiffs all the time, dont they? seriously, maybe we're all just a little arrogant about these sort of things. "sure, i'm ugly, fat, stupid, and smelly--but I'm alive." eat it! SNAP! i hear it all the time. the living taking jabs at the not-so-living. is it wrong? whats the etiquette here? obviously i dont know. i missed that lesson. the spoon goes with the knife, and the forks all go on the other side. you stand when a lady enters the room. (and when she gets up to leave) these things i know--ive got it. but what about UNkind words for my peeps sleeping in the morgue? does anyone know? let me suggest to you---- there's a grace period. its like a statute of limitations, only inverted. lay it down, flip it and reverse it.... less than or equal to one week=only praise. "he killed himself masterfully -- what a standout!" (if you dont have anything nice to say, dont say anything at all) greater than a week but less than a month=you can question the dead. you can say "maybe he wasn't such a nice guy. maybe he didn't have his shit together... i mean, he's the one that's dead--not us" greater than a month but less than a year=assign responsibility. "he killed himself, plain and simple. it could happen to anyone, he was a good kid. but, im sorry, he did it to himself" greater than a year but less than eternity=honesty. "he was a moron. i dont need to go on about it, but i want to, and we're past the 1 year mark, so i can. what kind of idiot drinks himself to death? ive drank a lot in my day, but im still here, thankyouverymuch. how much exactly do you have to drink, to die?! this is an important issue, and this kid knows the answer. but he's not around to tell anyone, so he accomplished nothing. what good does it do me if he has the answer but he's unable to speak?"
so that's my break-down. i like it. i think it works. i have more to say but im hungry.
how long has it been? just a few days.....
To the family and friends of the deceased; I am so sorry for your loss. He died so...... young. I am sorry. I don't know what to say. Nothing will ease your suffering.
these things happen,
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