The filter retrieval systems are failing... yet I think it's kind of funny.
Today I got word that there was a jumper at work Sunday morning. It would seem that hurling oneself off of an insanely overfilled concrete parking garage toward even more concrete at a high rate of speed is the way to go. Pretty much literally.
I was in a no bullshit mood today so when a co worker asked me if I heard about it, I asked simply if it was an employee or a visitor. He didn't know as the damage was so severe they haven't identified the person yet. My sole response went something like this, 'Hmm, does that mean there's another parking space available?'
Look, that may sound a bit cold, I'll give you that. But at least I'm not running aroung asking everyone if they've heard of this event just to spread the sensationalism of it. It's sheer morbid curiosity. They just try to turn it into sounding concerned. Most of them couldn't give a shit. Oddly, this is normal behavior when it comes to humans.
Me? Give me the practical points. Is there another space available or not? I have the ability to 'care myself' right into the ground with someone if I'm in that mood. Yeah, I'm not so much in the mood for that right now. Kind of funny; I'm now the sick, demented, twisted girl.
Hmm. On the bright side, this may really pave the way for me to let it all hang out, so to speak.
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It's really an extreme form of physical comedy isn't it? Rehearsals are a killer, though.
well if it makes you feel any better I always thought you were sick, demented and twisted - that's what drew me in!! haaaa
Twisted Schmisted.
I, for one, would've had a good laugh at your parking-space comment, hehe!
Kyknoord - We are all about extremes here. But like you said, you gotta watch out for the rehearsal! Leaves an impression, that's for sure.
Kitty - That does make me feel better actually. Someone that sees my true nature! ;)
Terri - Ding, ding, ding... and we have another twisted individual! Safety in numbers here, just don't go too close to the edge.
I would not be too interested in the details either. Not that I don't care, it is sad enough as it is.
There goes that whole thing about making a beautiful corpse. Just saying... guess I am demented and twisted too.
i love how much potential you see in the strangest of situations. :)
You know, I probably would have laughed too. When you have played on the edge of things I think you get a sort of twisted perspective (I have it as well, though I usually try to conceal it; can't be shocking everyone and scaring the little kidlets).
What I would be afraid of--or enticed by--and must watch for, would be the temptations...
I hope you are not tempted? Too messy, for one thing.
sending good energy to you.
I don't mind listening to someone's genuine grief, but most of the time, no one's grieving, so what's the point? It's just gossip. I like to think of myself as sympathetic in general, but practical when it comes right down to it.
Chitty - Yeah, I think the beautiful corpse thing is out in this case. Then again, I'm guessing they don't really care.
illyria - Hey doll; it's a gift and a curse all wrapped in one. ;)
Jarvenpa - I think you're right about having spent time on the edge. In this case, there isn't a temptation (I've always been afraid of heights I could fall from and still live in great pain...) just a fascination with human response. But scaring kidlets can still be good fun! ;)
Jay - You definitely get it. If it's real, tell me and mean it, just don't try to hog some spotlight playing town crier. That's opportunistic behavior if I ever saw it.
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