All Men Are Mortal

My sister's former roommate was killed on Sunday.

I went to the wake last night. I stood in line for 4 hours. My feet hurt.

I'm a good person in tragic situations, I'm just not a fan of my vocabulary. I start spewing stuff out of Homer or something. Silly things like when asked, "How are you?" my reply is "Mortal". Who answers like that? Then silly comments to the family about how honorable it is to have thousands of people come to the wake.

The sis was a hot mess. I was chill. I don't know - it's really tragic (she's got 2 kids under 3 years) but it happens. I understand it's not a popular viewpoint - but it's the truth. Injustice and tragedy occur everyday. It's our job to find a way to get through it. Some people use liquor or spirituality. I guess I use greek philosophy.

And...the most important part of this. I didn't really like her or her family. It was surreal - it's the first death i've experienced of someone I was 'social' with, however really tried to avoid post-high school. It was the right thing to do and I believe I brought comfort - but I was pissed off when my sister moved in with her. She was super nosy. She tried too hard. She was mean to people who were different. It's a family trait - I realize and they were surprised to seem me. But then I realized something else.

My sister is just like them.

Which reinforces my belief that I'm glad that I'm different. She was telling her boy stories about her and when she described them as 'royalty' I wanted to spit up my drink. They were very competitive and unfair. They hurt people and didn't give a shit. I get it was more social than anything else - but really - it was not someting to be extolled.

So to quote my girl Simone (see the title) I do feel mortal. That's OK.