I Don't Like You Just Because You're Dead!!

A couple of weeks back, I was informed of the tragic passing of someone I used to know. I won't go into details about who he was or what happened, but needless to say it was an accident [he had ben drinking-a lot] and he went way before someone his age should have gone.

It was my cousin who called me in the afternoon to tell me of "John's" [not real name] passing. My response was cold, I admit, because all I could answer was, "So?"
John, you see, was in my University and apparently this was supposed to afford me some kinship with the man. The truth is, though, I didn't like him and I didn't really see how his being dead suddenly would change any of that. He was still a prick; he was still someone who pretty much tried his best to make my life in Uni a living hell for me, and now all of the sudden I was supposed to feel bad that an epic act of stupidity on his part had ended his life?

I don't want anyone to think that I was happy he was dead and, to be honest, if I had Hiro Nakamura as a friend or if I had the power to time travel one of the first things I would do would be to prevent the accident that killed John, but I'm just not broken up. Hearing about his death had about as much an effect on me as hearing about the death of someone on the other side of the planet. I just don't care and I'm not going to put on airs like I do.

I'm not a hypocrite and I'm not acquainted with his family to act like I care. I just didn't like the guy. So, everyone thinks I'm an asshole. Fine. I refused to go to his funeral and I refused to shed crocodile tears and I'm the asshole? Listen, I'm not one to hold a grudge and have gone on to become friends with a lot of people who were pricks when I first met them -- he never made the effort, his behavior was prickish up until the last time I saw him, and my affection for someone does not increase simply because someone is dead.

Perhaps I am cold on this matter, but I just can't bring myself to care and I really doubt that if our positions were reversed, Bob would be caring that much about me either. I just don't get why I'm the village jackass all of the sudden.

Until Dangote dies and I found out he’s my real dad and has willed his estate to me…MAKE MINE CHOCOLATE CITY!!!