Funny, maybe not so funny, story..
Back in high school, I had a sort of kind of crush on this guy and being the usual awkward teen, I used to tell him random facts. In psychology class, I learned that once a person dies, all their muscles relax.. in turn they might release bodily fluids.. and waste. Please don’t hold me to this, I’m not too sure of the truthfulness of this fact.
So one day, we were sitting by this huge unnecessary planter thing at the entrance of our high school.. I told my sort of kind of crush this interesting tidbit. Then he told me that Ian Curtis committed suicide, as a sort of response.
We both sat there in awkward silence.. Then I said “I hope Ian Curtis didn’t need to use the restroom prior… It kind of takes away from the dramaticness of the situation”.
It’s all good though, he still talks to me.
My tortoise, Ferdinand, passed away today, on Buddha’s Day.
She survived by her brother, Gustavo.
these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you live?
How deeply did you let go?"