We’re all doing it. It’s probably the most popular activity in history, aside from being born. Statistically, it really blows everything else away. Whether we’re doing it with style or becoming the world’s most disgusting research photo, we’re all doing it. So cry out for anarchy… refuse to wear a toe-tag and call yourself an anti-conformist – but in the end, you’ll be doing it just like us.
Then there’s the question of not being dead yet. Some of us are dying way too fast, some just taking our time and even some are just taking a leap to try it. Not many people want to do it right now. And the ones that do are desperate to join the fad. Most often, one needs a great deal of experience before doing it with confidence. It’s no easy trend, but we can’t really get ahead without it, in many perspectives.
When you do die, it’s like an age-old party. Everyone comes to the party’s host, this being the dead person of course, and pays gracious respect. Then they join the crowd to be observed in their festivities. Afterwards half the party regroups somewhere to get inebriated. Romantic in a sense. The downfall being that the host typically pays the bill. But how different is that from being alive?
So where does the urge to rebel against it come from? It’s so popular that everyone in history has done it. How can it be so terrifying? For those who take their time, that is. For others who are doing it way too fast, there has to be some kind of underlying culture shock or psychological issue. It’s quite a drastic change to undertake with any measure of sanity. Unless all your friends have done it. Obviously pier pressure would be involved.
Inevitably, we will all do it. Some say there’s a party afterwards and all manner of people are smiling like idiots, welcoming you to the largest membership club in existence. Some say it’s finally over. No more having to choose trends or fashions.
I have to wonder; what do I want to remember the moment I realize I’ve been accepted into the largest membership club in existence?
The moment, I think, I truly realized and accepted that someday I will die I grew up a lot. I have fit at times, more than I’d mention, the group that want it. Not to still be so obsessed with a certain band again
But, that’s why I love, hate and cry every time I listen to “Hate Me”. However, “Whatever happened to our inner glow, whatever happened to the song, the soul, the me I used to know”…..and toward’s the end of the song “We’re all going to wake up strong.” I wrote him recently on their myspace and told him at the end of my letter. “I have woken up strong.” I like the way you think.