What's So Funny?

Its horrible sometimes what people find funny or amusing without even realizing how their words can affect others.

Believe it or not, a kid here at the college was talking about how, when he gets bored, he reads the obituaries and blacks out the names in the phone book. Eh, that wasn't a big deal to me...sick but not all that offensive.

At least not until what he and the other idiot said. They said they should call those numbers and ask for that person, knowing they were dead. The other even said something about laughing at them once they said that person was dead.

I've been there...that's not fun.

My father passed away when I was 12 years old, 2 months before I would turn 13. I hated it when people called asking for him and I sometimes even cried afterward. That's not a funny thing.

I nearly cried on the spot. But I didn't. I didn't want to be asked what was wrong.

Why are people find humor in other people's pain? It sickens me to be part of the same species as those two. That's not funny. It may be "entertaining" to one person but really hurts someone else.

It reminds me how unfair it seems that good people die when jerks like them are allowed to run around opening their traps.

Sorry for the rant-fest.

~Quin

Hello all! My name (online anyway) is QuinSeparable, but feel free to call me Quin.

I've never really had a blog before so this should be a fun experience (I hope). My only hope is that I don't write in this and loose interest soon after like so many other times.

Well, I want to go scrounge around for a little. I'll post a more formal blog later.