Not sure if this was covered already, but I really hate when someone, especially a young person, dies, and suddenly, every person you meet is devastated because they were best friends and the deceased was such a pillar of the community.
Very early yesterday morning, a young man in my town was killed in a tragic accident.
He had been at a party and was possibly hitchhiking, or walking home when he was hit and killed by a truck. It was hit and run, and there was some discussion that the driver might not even realize he had hit the kid.
I assume the boy was inebriated or high, as he was a young man known to do that kind of thing, and he had been partying.
My Facebook feed is filled with people going on about how much he will be missed, which is probably true, but seriously, this kid was an asshole!!!
The glowing tributes about how he touched so many people's lives is sickening.
Don't get me wrong. I know his parents very well, and I feel their pain. Losing a child is extremely hard.
The kid kind of wrote his own ending, though.
He was part of a "gang" at the local high school (if not one of the leaders) and he was always bullying some kid or another.
When he got tired of terrorizing kids at his own school, he headed over to the other high school to pick on kids there.
Ironically, on Friday at work, one of the guys at work was talking about this "gang" that the kid was in. He had just heard about this gang. (I had heard about them for a while from the kids in my home.)
He was disgusted at the way they talked about young girls, referring to them as "bitches" and he thought it was disgusting that they just randomly picked on kids to beat up for no real reason.
I am told this kid even brutalized and slaughtered a cat a while ago.
He put the cat in a bag and drove over it with his car.
He was a twisted little fuck with a mean and nasty side, and he does not deserve all these glowing tributes.
Yeah, he touched a lot of lives....probably while he was beating the shit out of them.
His smile was probably the last thing they saw as they cowered on the ground trying to shield themselves from the punches and kicks.
As I said, knowing his parents, I feel sympathy for their loss, but this false idolizing sickens me.
It's not the first time it happened.
On a similar note, but kind of a reverse, about 3 years ago, a few days before my husband died, another young man I know committed suicide. I worked with the boy's stepfather, and my foster child at that time was his best friend.
Life was hell for this kid.
He was bullied and picked on constantly.
My coworker and his wife were at the school all the time, trying to get something done about the bullying.
Since that boy died, his Facebook tribute page has been filled with thousands of posts with kids saying how they loved him and how wonderful he was. Every year on his birthday and the anniversary of his death, even more get added.
Where were all of these kids when that boy was being harassed and picked on? For someone who had so many friends, I have to wonder why he was being so bullied, and why he felt he had no other choice than to overdose on sleeping pills to end the pain.
It makes me angry.
Very early yesterday morning, a young man in my town was killed in a tragic accident.
He had been at a party and was possibly hitchhiking, or walking home when he was hit and killed by a truck. It was hit and run, and there was some discussion that the driver might not even realize he had hit the kid.
I assume the boy was inebriated or high, as he was a young man known to do that kind of thing, and he had been partying.
My Facebook feed is filled with people going on about how much he will be missed, which is probably true, but seriously, this kid was an asshole!!!
The glowing tributes about how he touched so many people's lives is sickening.
Don't get me wrong. I know his parents very well, and I feel their pain. Losing a child is extremely hard.
The kid kind of wrote his own ending, though.
He was part of a "gang" at the local high school (if not one of the leaders) and he was always bullying some kid or another.
When he got tired of terrorizing kids at his own school, he headed over to the other high school to pick on kids there.
Ironically, on Friday at work, one of the guys at work was talking about this "gang" that the kid was in. He had just heard about this gang. (I had heard about them for a while from the kids in my home.)
He was disgusted at the way they talked about young girls, referring to them as "bitches" and he thought it was disgusting that they just randomly picked on kids to beat up for no real reason.
I am told this kid even brutalized and slaughtered a cat a while ago.
He put the cat in a bag and drove over it with his car.
He was a twisted little fuck with a mean and nasty side, and he does not deserve all these glowing tributes.
He touched many lives, even if it was a simple smile or a cheers over a drink. He will never be forgotten.
His smile was probably the last thing they saw as they cowered on the ground trying to shield themselves from the punches and kicks.
As I said, knowing his parents, I feel sympathy for their loss, but this false idolizing sickens me.
It's not the first time it happened.
On a similar note, but kind of a reverse, about 3 years ago, a few days before my husband died, another young man I know committed suicide. I worked with the boy's stepfather, and my foster child at that time was his best friend.
Life was hell for this kid.
He was bullied and picked on constantly.
My coworker and his wife were at the school all the time, trying to get something done about the bullying.
Since that boy died, his Facebook tribute page has been filled with thousands of posts with kids saying how they loved him and how wonderful he was. Every year on his birthday and the anniversary of his death, even more get added.
Where were all of these kids when that boy was being harassed and picked on? For someone who had so many friends, I have to wonder why he was being so bullied, and why he felt he had no other choice than to overdose on sleeping pills to end the pain.
It makes me angry.
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