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(Thursday, June 15, 2006-)
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You know? I have a theory.
I think. that a person's value is measured when he dies. really. Its only when you die that people will remember you. or not.
see, if you die, and many people mourn, and I mean real depression and sadness and grief, not just tears for a day, then you must have made a difference in many people's lives. Congrats, you had a good life. You did it.
but then again, what about the guy whose funeral is only attended by his family? or worse still, no one? how about him? didn't anyone feel sad enough to mourn for him? did no one love him? I pity that guy. no legacy, it was as if he didn't exist.
of course, I'm taking the extreme case here. Usually, there would be friends and family who would attend the funeral. But, you can tell which type of guy he was. if he were the second one, well then his friends would go like, "hey remember him? yea he used to work with me" "yea yea I remember. wasn't he the one who always ordered pizza?" "yea yea he was the one who hated anchovies wasn't he?" "I thought he loved them...?" "...well whatever the case, I sure miss him" "yea I miss him man...Jim, was it?" "or was it Tim?" *awkward silence*
"well who wants another drink?"....
yea something like that. the first guy however, would probably go something like this, "hey remember Jake?" " yea yea he used to bring us to his place and just hang out right?" "yea, always the generous guy..." *silence in which everyone's minds starts filling up with memories of him and their eyes brim with tears*
worse still, if it were his family members, "...Jake used to love this show..." *mom starts crying* *dad holds mom in his hands, assuring her that its all ok when his heart cracks* *sister leaves the dining room and goes to her room so that her parents can't hear her crying* *brother goes out for a walk, reliving the times when he used to play ball with him*
of course, if it were his ex......
*knock* knock* "hey open up girlfriend. you can't lock yourself in there all day long. its been a month already. you have to get back up on your feet gal. cmon open up.."*knock*...
well you get the picture...
'can't gather my thoughts...its ok let them stray..
the story ends like this;
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