February 10, 2012

  • "Grow the fuck up. A man who dies for someone he loves does that person no favors. He escapes, plain and simple. But to live for a loved one…ah, there, Ms. Lane, there’s the sacrifice. Does Alina suffer grief or pain? No. She’s been at peace for a blissful year. You’re the one fighting, suffering. Her grief is over. Yours hasn’t ended since, has it?" -KMM

    I've never understood the girls who thought a guy saying they'd die for them is romantic. Maybe I'm just more pragmatic than most, but to me if you're dead, you're no good to me. You can't help me, you can't protect me if that's your aim. You're dead and in the ground, while I'm left to do shit you apparently couldn't do.

    But I've never been a romantic sort, everybody that has known me for any amount of time could tell you that.

    I feel the same way about suicide. I don't pity people who off themselves. I don't feel bad for them. I feel bad for the people they left behind because they were too big of pussies to deal with life, or to reach out and get help. I'm sorry, but it's true.

    Death is easy. Living, that's hard part.

    Martyrdom? Same way. Dying for a cause, please. Again, that's easy. Not quite as easy, but still pretty damn graceful that the people left to fight for your cause. Those are the people who have it hard, who struggle every day to right whatever they think has been wronged. Those are the people who's going to probably be chased down like feral dogs and shot. While you get yourself hanged or shot in front of a large crowd and live on in people's memories, even though you're off doing whatever it is corpses do and not fighting the good fight.

    I think I'm a very odd person when it comes to death. Even when I was little I was like that. One of mom's favorite "you were a fucking weird kid" stories to tell is we were watching a movie, I was probably like seven or eight, and the male lead died. His romantic interest laid over his body crying, and I asked her why the lady was crying. My mom explained that her love had died and I simply said "So? She needs to get back up."

    And that's the trick to life. Shit happens, but you need to get your ass back up and moving. There's rarely any room for tears.

Comments (7)

  • This is great! I'm so grateful you wrote this today....I needed to read these very words. Thank you, Lacey. <3

  • I still plan on going out in a blaze of glory.

  • @arenadi - I rebuke that idea...I want you to live FOREVER!!! Enjoying every aspect of life with ME! <3 (& Lacey )

  • @arenadi - I want to be eaten by a panda bear. Cause srsly, that'd be an awesome obituary. Lacey C., 22, friend, lover, panda enthusiast, was mauled and eaten by a panda bear this past weekend. 

  • Aw, that little Lacey moment is so cute! It's just so you, and you're cute, therefore it's cute. Commutative property or some shit like that.

  • Crying's good for you, it lets out some endorphins and gets some other toxins out of your system.

    Who was that original quote from?  Reading Ms. Lane in there just made my mind immediately go to Lois Lane and thinking about when Superman died heh.
    I have a pretty bad sympathy card for suiciders too, I'm usually like if that's what they wanted who cares, they're gone move on.  Pitying them, feeling bad, wishing you coulda done something or other is all pointless because it already happened.

  • @JusticeCho - I forget exactly which book it's from, but it's from the fever series by Karen Marie moning

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