so on facebook everyone is crying about the passing of yet another crackhead who had the world by the balls and threw it all away. quite frankly i dont give a fuck, and i dont feel one bit sorry for her. for the most part because she wasnt a street addict with no hope or future, she had every opportunity to live an amazing life and threw it all away.
i feel badly for street addicts who have addictions. i couldnt imagine anything worse. but to have every opportunity at your disposal to live a life, and to have a god given talent that is a rarity many of us could only dream of and throw it in the gutter makes me border-line despise her.
I certainly can't say it's "wrong" or "bad" that you don't grieve her death. You didn't know the woman personally. Would she be all bent out of shape if she learned you died? My guess, to within 99.9999999% probability: no.
That's not to say, "Oh, tit for tat." But when some gifted performer finds themselves center stage and they slowly fuck up their lives with drug abuse or general stupidity (read: Flex Wheeler), it's pretty hard for me to feel sorry for them. You could just as easily reword that to say I honestly don't give a shit.
Does that sound harsh? Maybe, but in the big picture, it's par for the course. I fancy myself a nice guy, but I have what's called the interstate test.
When I'm driving on the interstate, it seems as most drivers around me either view me as an impediment (driving too slow), an asshole for cutting in front of them, a prick for driving too fast, etc., etc. In other words, to those other drivers, I'm a faceless guy who is an obstacle or annoyance in their day; they don't give a flying fuck about why I might be speeding, passing their slow ass through the left lane or sand-bagging it and slowing down when my radar detector picks up the Highway Patrol trolling for tickets ahead. I'm NOTHING to them.
Well, to all of these crybabies, how would Whitney have passed the Interstate test? It would have reduced her down to another target, another impediment, another faceless jerkoff they would've flipped off and shook their fist at while she careened around, high on ... whatever
