Embed Notice

Mitch hedburg had a joke about how addiction is the only disease you’re allowed to get mad at someone- ‘you can’t say ‘dammnit Otto, lupus??’

And in a weird way it’s feels kind of the same with deaths- getting mad at someone ‘making a choice’ gives you a feeling to feeling besides lying-on-your-face-motionless and a proxy for bigger ‘why’, and culturally there’s space for ‘oh of course you’re angry, totally understandable, look at the shambles they’ve left’. it feels so much less helpless to think ‘I love you and fuck you for doing this to yourself and us’ when it’s really ‘I love you and fuck you for doing this but also fuck EVERYTHING I know got us to this moment. the anger at the world at large is just too big, and what can I even do with it, right at this same moment when eating a sandwich is Sisyphean’
‘Natural causes’ just more or less cuts out the the semi-toxic ‘fuck you’ protective layer between you and the ‘it’s only the one everything’ larger anger. It’s a strange difference to feel immediately