When somebody dies, everybody suddenly claims them to be their best friend. I never knew this guy at my school existed until it was announced that he died today. I think the best friend thing is a sort of sentimental reaction to death.
I'm in this place where I want to care, but it's difficult because (1) I didn't know him and (2) I don't even recognize his picture. Apparently a lot of my friends know him, whether through actuality or the best friend syndrome I don't know, and I really don't want come off as insensitive. I'll keep his family and friends in mind, but I still haven't reached a point of feeling sad and I probably won't.
However, I find myself with a sort of selfish jealousy that when I went through things like this, I did it alone, with no one there who felt the same things I did.
I just have some unresolved issues.
Love,
-J-
This more or less sums up my feelings for the death of this young gentleman. I barely knew him, but I feel bad for his parents and friends, and annoyed by those who didn't know him but used his death as an excuse to skip class.
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