As Rufus and I were strolling through the neighborhood on the way to lunch, I noticed the skeletons hanging from houses, and the skull yard lights, and the tombstones. I recalled a conversation I had just this morning about a very sick, and possibly dying, friend of mine. Over the phone, the friend on the other end of the line was telling me that several people she knows are overwhelmed at the sight of my sick friend who appears to be dying in the hospital. It is a wonder to me how some people celebrate ghoulish and ghastly bodies while others are repulsed by them. I wonder if those two groups overlap. Maybe hanging a plastic representation of death and dying makes people forget that that is really what a dying person may look like. Maybe laughing at the silly image makes them forget the gruesome reality.
It all reminds me of a moth and a butterfly. Both seem so similar, yet the one grosses people out, and the other evokes warm and happy feelings and is the subject of cheesy love songs. Why? I don't get it.
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Amiga, Alan and I read this post together and this is what he said: "she's brilliant." I shined my nails on my shirt and said to myself, "yep, and she's my ¡mejor amiga!" You are so right about this. I'll elaborate on this in person.
You are so funny, with your nail shining!
I didn't feel that way until this year. Skeletons never really bothered me...I just thought they were kinda stupid. But after seeing a real live sick person, my mom, begin to devolve like that, you're right how scarily close to reality they come.
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