I'm in a mood tonight. I know, I know; shocker. There's this girl on one of my Facebook groups, who is basically missing. She hasn't posted or commented in forever, and I checked; her regular profile has been spammed with Elvis Presley posts by other people, tagging her in them. So I tagged her in a post, asking if anyone heard from her lately, mentioning the strange activity on her page, and....nada. Not one person said, "Oh, she's fine, she just lurks here," or "No, I went to her funeral." Nothing. In fact, my post got deleted. Got deleted! My wellness check was removed, probably because the admins were ashamed that no one gives a damn.
How f***ed up is that? We lost a lot of members in that group, and she is the only one who's been written off like a bad character.
And, a few hours ago, a man died in front of my house. Eerie, right? But, oh, I guess no one wants to talk about that, either. Because it's grim, because it's sad, because....no one cares, apparently?
Well, I want to talk about it. Don't have anyone to talk to, but, well, that never stopped me before. It was raining and there was alcohol involved. Somehow the car landed on a 45-ish degree angle against a tree; the front of the car was crushed, the engine was thrown into the ditch, and I hear the man kissed the steering wheel and bled out in the ambulance. The retainer wall is gone. I'll probably never forget seeing the guts of the car.
He didn't try to stop. My family thinks he was extremely drunk and didn't know where he was, but my mind isn't closed to the other possibilities. Like maybe he was only a little drunk and decided to crash the car. Maybe he was dead before the crash. Hello? We don't know. Maybe we don't get to know. Maybe it's none of our business.
We have a friend, who has the same vehicle in the same color. She was going for a drive, and all they can talk about is how this guy was drunk, and at least he didn't take out the power. They didn't send her a message. Not one.
Who would've thunk it? Here I am saying I don't care, and then this happens and makes me think I could be the only one. Damn weird. Then I go and watch "Grumpy Old Men" for the first time, and the old men are talking about a guy who died on impact from a car collision. I felt like Eric Forman, trying to take his mind off s*x when everything reminds him of it. Or Will, trying to forget about Lisa, when he's watching TV. "Lease a car, lease a house," lease a this, lease a that.
Groupy and Crashy were strangers. But don't they deserve better than that?
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