Somebody I knew died the other day...
I never liked him, he always sort of casually bullied myself and people I hung out with at school, he was a coward, arrogant to the point of grating, immature, vain, ignorant and mean.
And I can't understand why people, some of which who never liked him, love him now he's dead.
Is this some moral deficit of mine? Am I too heartless to see why on earth people who only knew him in passing would join a bloody facebook group celebrating his life and sing his praise? Am I evil? Am I too immature to come to terms with my own mortality that I blunt out other peoples?
I wasn't happy to hear of his death, God no, he left behind a girlfriend and a family, he was only eighteen and a car crash is an awful way to go, I actually had a go at one of my old friends for being happy that he died. I wasn't happy, but I wasn't sad either, and that scares me.
Police are doing an inquest as to why the car crash happened, if it turns out he was under the influence then I shall laugh, I will absolutely despise myself for it but I will laugh nevertheless.
God I hate crises of conscience, especially since I've always considered myself to be, morally speaking, very highly developed.