Yesterday, I watched the saddest movie made in recent times. I'm still reeling from the shock and horror that came from that movie. "The stoning of Soraya M." was not only a sad story but an amazingly moving story that opens up about the realities of life in the Middle East. Strangely enough, my "prompter" for my on-line creative writing class asked me to write about what I'd expect to hear if I was a fly on the wall at my own funeral. Honestly, I really don't care what people will say about me at my funeral. Everyone knows that all those things in the eulogy are exaggerated to suit the audience. I want to be a fly on the wall in a friend's room. They know the truth about me. No lies. No exaggerations. This is what I'd like to hear:
"Hey,
Hope you are good wherever you are. I really hope it is better than this place. Matatu madness, political slander and all. Still working on shooting both groups in the knees. The good thoughts must go on. Everyone seems to be coping quite decently with your loss. Life after all has to go on for the living. They really cried you know. Just when you thought they didn't care, they come in droves. Although I suspect some of them were dragged there. You know who I'm talking about. Maybe they thought it would be mean if they didn't show up! If they knew you really didn't care anyway! Hmm!
I'm not doing too great today. Life has been a bit rough since you left. Some days rougher than others. My boss has been quite the class act *B#!$% today (I'm allowed to say that I hope), the javs decided to strike again so you can imagine the frustration of trying to get to work. And they are bad enough when they are fully functional. Thinking of buying a car "as soon as". What did you used to call it: "Just another day in the mines!" Just needed someone to tell that today.
Days seem to be rushing into one another like badly made dough. It's not a bad thing coz that way, I almost forget you are gone. Everyday but Sunday. Sunday drags on for forever. The day when we used to bum and watch Boondocks and talk badly about people with actual responsibility. It's not as funny anymore. I tend to have numerous nigger-moments nowadays. Too many. Speaking of responsibility, love-life? ha ha ha ha! yeah!that's exactly how its going. Comically at best. Here today, gone tomorrow. Too bad you won't be there when I finally get it right. Would have loved you to see the unfortunate chap.
I'm finally going to do all that stuff we talked about. If there' something I'm learning it's that life is too short. I'll finally move out, climb a mountain, quit my job and start a business.All that cool stuff that would have had us swimming in money and living in untold luxury. Wish you were here to see me. I've grown sooo much in the last couple of weeks. Planning and scheming and doing grown up s#!%. Now I wish I was there more. Maybe we would have done all these and more. Same way I wish you were here now. Give me a call sometime.Write, e-mail, send a sign in a dream. Anything to show that you got this. Miss you much.
PS: Bought those shoes you really used to hate. The ones with the fur "interiors". I figured now that there's no one to hate on them, I may as well."
nice:)
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